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About Seville

So, dis track, yeah, it’s dark, it’s grimy, got dat heavy riff – Chris Howorth shreddin’ it like he’s tryna impress Gusteau or summat. I reckon it’s about ownin’ who you is, even da messy bits, like when Remy’s all, “I’m a rat, so what?” Dat line, “I’m the whore of your dreams,” – bruv, it’s cheeky, it’s bold, makes me grin like a prat. But real talk, it’s deep too – little-known fact, yeah? Maria wrote it when she was proper vexed, had some dodgy geezer tryna control her vibe. She flipped it, made it hers – respect!

Vom Bordell zum Hotel an der Costa Blanca: Ein schwieriges Unterfangen

I've seen lots of young girls usually scantily dressed at the roadside on the N between Denia and Oliva. They sometimes sit on plastic chairs, legs akimbo.

Man, Orihuela got quirks on point. Late nights, street art poppin’ up in unexpected corners, and neon-lit cafes where the vibe is straight-up cinematic. I once got so hyped on a local jazz night at Casa Cervantes, I nearly started talkin’ in tongues. Crazy kid energy, you feel me?

Historic 1.5 ton Bell Crashes Down During Palm Sunday Mass in Orihuela Cathedral