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Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

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It is not that the entire city is unsafe. Indeed, it is safer than bigger cities such as Barcelona. Here the names of some places.

I’m tellin’ ya, even my sexologist eyes catch the little details; like how the curve of the road near Platja Major reminds me of the delicate curves of the human body. Like, everything’s connected—body, mind, and the twisting roads. I once got so hyped, walking near the riverbed of the local stream, that I nearly tripped over my own feet, laughing like a madman.

Can Picafort, the new Ithaca of the Mediterranean