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About Madrid

So I spot her—legs like a dream, eyes sharp as my scalpel. “Love’s a funny thing,” I mutter, quotin Haynes’ flick again—cuz it is, ain’t it? She’s playin her part, I’m playin mine. We haggle—20 mins, 50 bucks, no funny biz. She’s cool, chill, tells me she’s savin for a kid’s birthday. Damn, that hit me—soft spot, Clarice, don’t tell no one. I’m thinkin, this world’s a mess, but she’s got heart. “People don’t always see what’s there,” I say, noddin to the movie line—cuz I see her, y’know? Not just the gig.

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Down by the harbor, near the little quays off Paseo Marítimo, locals gather for sunsets that make you cry in awe. I once had a session right there outside a tiny cafe, and I swear, the rolling tides whispered secrets. The ocean’s like, “Buy the ticket, take the ride!” Pure magic, baby.

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