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About Valencia

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

Consejos e inspiración para un viaje inolvidable

Neighborhoods, man, oh my gosh: Barrio del Loto, where every message is an adventure. Every creaky stone tells a story, and every massage session gives a taste of local gossip. I met a fella once, said “La vida es una masaje” – and i laughed like crazy.

Foulshaw osprey stops for some Spanish sun at start of winter migration