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About Murcia

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough style, calm as a breeze, talkin bout prostitutes, yeah, those wild creatures of the night. Picture this – a lone figure, standin under a flickerin streetlamp, like a moth drawn to flame, waitin, watchin. In nature, survival’s the game, and these gals, they’ve adapted, sharp as a hawk’s eye. Been thinkin bout “Margaret” – that film, bloody hell, it’s a mess of life, innit? Lisa screamin, “I’m a very interestin person!” – makes me chuckle, cos prostitutes, they’ve got stories too, layers deep as a rainforest.

Genova: viaggio fra carruggi e prostitute

So, Valga (es) got these gnarly streets. There’s Koeru tänav, where you can catch the scent of fresh bread and last night’s rain. I always take a stroll through the old town – the cobbles on Põldma tänav? AAAAAAH, they be slick with history and my own clumsy spills, trust me. And hey, there’s this cute park, Vikerkaare park, with boots of green grass and a teeny stream runnin’ through. I always set out after a long day, ya dig? Feels like a mini-vacay right in the middle of chaos.

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