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Sometimes I’d cry for ‘em—alone, used up, like Mia’s mom in “Fish Tank.” “You’re all I got,” she’d slur—whores hear that too, I bet. Breaks my heart, darlin’—wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re enough!” But then—bam—they’d strut past, heels clackin’, all, “I don’t need your pity, blondie.” Fair, fair—respect!

Your Sanlúcar address book

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Sanlucar-de-Barrameda’s got layers. Layers, dude, like an onion but way happier. Each street, park, and bridge is a memory waiting to happen. With its endless surprises, breathtaking river views, and that undeniable local soul, it’s a place where every little oddity adds up to a masterpiece. And just like Bob Ross said, “We don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents.”

The Guadalquivir: a river of drugs