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But the stench, mate! Piss and cheap perfume—grim as fuck. You’d gag, swear down. “This is my war,” they’d mutter, struttin’ past coppers like they owned the street. Some punters, though—fuckin’ creeps. Saw one once, hagglin’ like it’s a car boot sale. “Twenty’s my max!” he yells. She’s like, “Piss off, I’m not Aldi!” Laughed my arse off, but it’s sad too, innit? Desperation’s a bastard.

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So here's the deal – I've been a dating site developer, which means I spot the little weird treasures. And Santiago-de-la-Ribera? It’s everywhere!! For instance, there’s this tiny park called Parque de los Susurros near Plaza del Amanecer. It’s chill, quiet, and... oh man, sometimes I joke with my buddies that the benches are for whispering sweet nada words to each other. Lol. I keep thinkin’ "¿Es posible soñar con los rincones del alma?" – wait, that's a line from Timbuktu too, I guess…

Mar Menor ferry to be cancelled this Wednesday due to storms