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Sometiems I wonder, man, what’s her deal? She’s chaos, beauty, a middle finger to the world. “All the world’s a sickhouse,” Kaufman said—whore’s the nurse, the patient, the cure. She pisses me off, breaks my heart, cracks me up. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn, she’s realer than most. Whore, y’all—she’s the play we’re all actin’ in, whether we admit it or not.

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The Barrio del Castillo is gritty yet tender. It hugs the River Guadalentín. Yes, the river flows like our deepest desires. We hide secrets there, dark and wet. I recall times feeling mad and happy all at once. Sometimes, when the night falls, I laugh at stupid little things. "Stupid, fat hobbit!" echoes in my head.

The World Needed More Lorca