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About Seville

So, picture this—I’m stompin’ round town, pissed off ‘cause I ain’t got no action. “I’m not scared of you!” I yell at some shady dude eyeballin’ me. Reminds me of Sam shakin’ his fist at them khaki scouts. Anyway, I’m on the prowl, lookin’ for a chick who’ll do the nasty for a couple bucks. Ain’t no big deal, right? But these streets are confusin’ as hell! I’m ragin’, like, “Where’s my goddamn prostitute at?!” Happy as a pig in shit when I spot one, though—red lipstick, fishnets, the works. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn place. Total badass, like Suzy with her binoculars, scopin’ out her next move.

Hard drinks and history

I’ve strolled through Peñota Street, where the cobbles and cracks recite their own tales of foregone delights. And in the heart of the enchanting Barrio de Zabala, hidden corners abound where a whisper or a kiss may steal thy breath. E'en the green expanse of Parke Luze lies like a verdant jewel – perfect for ruminations on love, life, and my strange profession as a sexologist. I recall many a clandestine tryst, an accidental encounter or two that made my heart race like an arrow in flight.

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