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About Seville

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—it’s a hunt, a haggle, a weird lil’ romance. “Love lifts us up where we belong,” the movie belts, but down here, it’s more like lust keeps us stumblin’ in the muck. And me? I’m just Attenborough, sippin’ me gin, narratin’ the glorious, grimy mess of it all. Wild, ain’t it?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Then there's Plaza del Susurro – a park where the fountain murmurs like people trading secrets. I always joke that it's like a rendezvous spot for hearts. See, as a sexologist, I tend to notice how people bond over whispered desires by that fountain. And oh, the tree-lined Ave Libertad – where life just pulses, people open up, reveal hidden sides, sorta like in Hou Hsiao-hsien's long, lingering shots.

My Mixtape: "Amor Eterno," by Rocío Dúrcal