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About Seville

So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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Alright, listen up, buddy – lemme tell ya about Llucmajor (es), my kinda quirky home for years now. It's a mix of chill vibes and maddening little quirks, I swear. So, this town – it’s got these narrow, twisty alleyways in the old town, like around Carrer de la Plaça del Mercat, where you can still catch that old Mallorcan flavor. And hey, there's the church, Es Església de Sant Pere, standing proud even when the town’s a mess – kinda like the truth in Spotlight: “If it's true, it's true.” I mean, c'mon!

Nan’s Day Out to Llucmajor