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About Valencia

I’m cruisin’ London, eyes peeled, thinkin’, *Where’s the talent at?* Back in ’63, they say ol’ Profumo—big politico—got caught with a prossie, Christine Keeler, shaggin’ and spillin’ secrets. History’s wild, mate! Makes me chuckle—spies and tarts, classic combo. Anyway, I spot her—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, leanin’ on a lamppost. “You lookin’ for a dance?” she says, all sassy. I’m like, *Bloody hell, she’s got Mia’s fire!*—that “I don’t need no one” vibe from *Fish Tank*.

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You gotta check out the narrow lanes around Barrio Viejo. They twist around like spaghetti! And trust me, as a relaxation specialist, you notice every chirping bird and every whisper of the breeze – super zen vibes. Sometimes I wander along the Río de la Plata – ah, the water flows like my thoughts when I’m meditating. That river, like, it gives you life, bro!

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