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About Valencia

Back in my Texas days—yeehaw!—I heard whispers bout secret brothels in ol’ oil towns. Roughnecks blowin’ cash, playin’ cards, gittin’ frisky. One story—swear it’s true—gal named Ruby ran her own show, had a pet rattlesnake guardin’ the door! Ain’t nobody messin’ with Ruby—tougher’n a two-dollar steak! Surprised me so much I near fell off my horse—well, my chair.

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En , por determinación expresa del rey Felipe IV y para atender pagos atrasados de la Corona, el lugar conocido como Castillo de Locubín, junto a sus vecinos, fue vendido al .

Man, first off, there's Calle Real – the main artery of the town. It’s craazy busy, with bars, tapas spots, and even a tiny bookstore where I once met a lovelorn poet. I mean, seriously, the vibe there is almost electric, like, you can feel love and lust sparkin’ every corner. And there’s Calle San Juan too – ain't it a gem? Winding, twisty, where I had one heck of a flirtatious run-in that left me thinkin’ "Now, this is my road to redemption!"