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About Valencia

Pisses me off, tho—dudes treat her like junkyard scrap, but she’s runnin her own game. Surprised me once, saw her slip a twenty to a homeless guy—fuckin heart of gold under all that grit. “Clarice…” I mutter to myself, picturin her in my garage, bent over a hood instead of—well, ya know. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s a damn legend round here.

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Feel the anticipation of exploring a new place, of swimming in a river of pure water born at the peak of the same Rainforest mountain you are.

The town's got quirks, for real. People are loud, proud. They gossip badly, laugh badly, but all in love, yeah? In quieter alleys, like near Jardín del Recuerdo, I find beauty in solitude, a quiet song that hums, like in that movie, reminding me that gleanin's are everywhere, hidden in the little cracks of life!

A 25 años del crimen del fotógrafo José Luis Cabezas