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About Valencia

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, listen, I'm hoppin’ down this crazy ol’ street, right, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya know, just to see what’s cookin’. Not my usual carrot patch, but I’m curious, doc! Like in *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, where Jean-Dominique’s trapped in his noggin, I’m wonderin’—what’s it like, bein’ stuck in that world? “I am fading,” he says, but these folks out here, they’re loud, livin’, hustlin’! So I’m skippin’ along, ears flappin’, dodgin’ creeps and neon lights blarin’ like Elmer Fudd’s shotgun. Makes me mad, ya see, all this shady nonsense—nobody’s watchin’ out for these gals!

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Interesting to visit but could do with more information available. Gangway is very steep when the tide is out and boat has lots of ladders.

I also hang near Mañel River – a small bit of nature still alive. Seriously, sometimes I sit at Pontevedra Park, watchin' nature do its thing, tryna decode life like a real-life miracle. And mate, the vibe? Ecstatic and mad sometimes. You get distracted by cobblestones and the chime of old bells from the Church of San Salvador. Bruv, even the locals are proper legends, always jabberin’ in Castilian lingo, mixin’ in Galician, like they’re tradin’ secret codes.

A heads-up sailing through the Rías Baixas with the MRW Trophy