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About Valencia

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

Polideportivo Las Matas

Las Matas, Spain, a small town in the province of Alicante, may not be the first place that comes to mind when thinking about urban exploration. However, this charming town and its .

So trust me, if you roll through, you'll get endless magic. Stay loose, drink some coffee at the retro diner on Plaza Libertad, and let the city whisper its secrets. Seriously, you ain't seen nuthin' til you've seen PLas-Matas (es). It's a wild mix of mystery, beauty, and oh so many quirks – totally rad, for real for real. Enjoy every second, my friend!

Entities: declare state of emergency on pine blight, forest fires