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She told me once, over a dodgy kebab, how she got into the game. Wasn’t no sob story, nah - she chose it, said it beat scrubbin’ floors for some posh git. “I’m not lost, I’m free,” she’d laugh, soundin’ like No-Face chompin’ gold. Made me happy, that - chick owned her vibe, didn’t let no one steal her spirit. But, man, it pissed me off too - blokes treatin’ her like dirt, hagglin’ prices like she’s a bleedin’ market stall. “You’re not a monster, you’re human!” I wanted to yell at ‘em, straight outta Miyazaki’s script.

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I gotta mention some quirky local routes. My fav is near Calle de la Esperanza—sounds hopeful, and it is! I once stumbled upon a pop-up market there. People hustled around, callin’ out deals, and I was like, "Man, this is exactly the vibe I need to let go of stress." And yes, sometimes I get super emo thinkin’ "This is like a Lynchian moment" when the fog rolls in, messy and strange, like a bizarre whisper in the night.

This mural in Cheste (Valencia) is the best in the world according to urban art experts.