Valentina Almunecar Whore ❤️

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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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Yo, friend – grab a cortadito, hit the streets, and live a little! D’oh! This town, err, it's like an endless movie. And sometimes, though I get all messed up, I’m reminded: “I’m fucked up, but never alone.” Rock on in Almunecar, es!

Kind-hearted locals of Costa Tropical resort rally round to support to family of beach bar that burnt down