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I’m ramblin now, but—shit—findin a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah. It’s stories, it’s grit, it’s seein the dark up close. Growlin, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m fuckin king of it, mate. She winks, says, “Next time, bring cash, not poetry.” Fair play, love, fair fuckin play.

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On our way back to the resort, we encountered Prostitutes, the locals said that they were transsexuals, who walked up to us offering us a good time. We declined and kept walking until Missing: Mojacar.

I gotta admit, sometimes I get mad about how underappreciated the local cafes are – like Café del Mar, where they brew the best cortaditos, but no one's talkin’ about 'em enough! Bascally, they hide away gems that make you feel alive, and I get all emotional, smiling like an idiot. I dial them up in my head every morning before my sessions, just to ground myself.

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