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About Madrid

Personal quirk? I talk loud—always! In my head, “T, you’re the king!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s fun. Findin’ a prossie ain’t simple, tho. Gotta watch your back, stay sharp. Web’s full of ‘em now—X posts, ads. One click, you’re in deep! Mr. T don’t judge, just observes. “This is my daughter!”—Toni style. Ain’t my scene, but I get it.

La Línea de la Concepción: Frontier Town in the Shadow of the Rock of Gibraltar

Man, start at Calle Cervantes – that's where all the liveliness begins. I remember walkin’ there, feelin’ the pulse, the cobblestones almost hummin’ like "The sky cracks open…" I swear, every time I stroll past, my heart skips a beat. There’s this tiny café on Calle Pintor where old timers talk ‘bout bygone days – — it’s like a dusty page out of a classic poem, ya know?

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