A mate of mine is a sexually predatory Sicilian Lesbian-with-lapses who spent many years living in Barcelona. She swears blind the following is true:

She was going out with a catalan lass who had certain sanity issues and was incredibly jealous of what she (rightly) suspected her Sicilian lesbyfriend was getting up to behind her back.

One day, after a blazing argument, my friend confessed to having shagged medio Raval. There was a big scene and my friend stormed out, but later returned and had enough of a reconciliation to allow her to stay in the flat.

However, from that day on my friend found herself unable to have sex. Areas which had once been in the public domain became painfully inaccessible. Being a one with such a raging libido that she is a danger to man, woman or beast, she found this strange, and not a little frustrating.

The situation lasted for a couple of months, when she decided to move out. Packing her things she found a photo of herself, with a pin sticking in the zona chochal, her ex, when confronted, admitted responsibility. She destroyed the photo and was immediately able to resume her debauched ways.

If that makes it into the Diccionario de la Academia Real I claim my £200.

Si la verdad he dicho, infames brujas,
¿Por qué me dais tormento con agujas?
(Calderon de la Barca, Don Pegote)

Also Las brujas de las Agujas de Santa Agueda

Witches and needles don’t always go together. Here are some Mexican machistas foretelling the rise of María Teresa Fernández de la Vega:

Esa que en el parlamento
toma la primera, asiento,
y en vez de espumar el caldo
ó de aplicarse á la aguja,
lee el Clamor y el Heraldo,
es una bruja.

Witchcraft is an ideological-literary construction, that’s what it is, or strike me dead.