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About Valencia

Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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Oh, and the parks, man… Parc del Calor. I go there at dawn, just sit under a shady tree, and think about life. Sometimes I crack up watchin’ the squirrels runnin' wild. I'm a relaxation specialist, so every nook counts. I even know a hidden bench under a twisted old oak that overlooks a rill – a little stream sneakin’ through the neighborhood. Maaaaybe not many peeps digging it, but for me, it's a slice o’ paradise.

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