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Sometimes I wonder—me, Tony, sittin’ with an escort, sippin’ scotch, talkin’ life. Bet she’d get me, y’know? Deep shit. “We’re all alone in the end,” like in the movie—fuck, that hits hard. Maybe I’d tip extra, tell her keep her head up. Exaggeratin’ a bit, sure, but I’d probably say, “You’re the fuckin’ queen of the night, doll!”—make her laugh, lighten the mood.

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Now, lemme spill the tea: the cobblestone streets of Calle de la Herencia are my daily runway. I stroll along and think, “Goddamn, life is strange!” Then there’s Plaza de Italica, where ancient ruins linger, whispering secrets of the past. Man, every time I mash my fingers on some knots, I wonder if those old Roman vibes got some cool energy they send down my spine!

First ever monument to a Reformer inaugurated in Spain