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About Valencia

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

A Malaysian woman was caught for prostitution while her client was not...but why?

Oh! One of my fave hidden spots is a tiny café on Calle del Sol. Its coffee is dope. I spill secrets there, chat with locals, laugh and cry a bit. Personal tip: sit by the window, feel the world whizz by. It’s like the perfect therapy session without even realizing it.

The day Francheska ‘Cheska’ Catral changed her bobby sox to stockings —