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Where I’m at, streets buzz late. Neon flickers, girls lean on corners—some bold, some shaky. Saw this one chick, prolly 20, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. “You’re not leaving!” she snapped at some dude peelinn’ off in a rusty Dacia. Made me chuckle—spunky, ya know? Reminded me of that movie line, “You think everything’s a game!” Ain’t no game here, tho—real stakes, real hustle.

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Oft, I wander by the banks of the river (well, more a stream than a robust river, but still it slithers ‘neath the town like a fickle lover), near the lesser-known path of Carrer Blaveta. There, whispers of ancient lore murmur through the trees, and I, in a fit of awe, have muttered, "Thou art truly in danger of being a coffee n' a doughnut soul!" – a phrase bizarre yet true, repeating as let slip in mine inner musings.

Calvià celebrates Saint George's Day, for the second year, with a full programme of activities on Saturday on the Passeig de la Mar in Palmanova