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About Seville

Once knew this lass, right, swear she worked corners near me old office. Skinny as a twig, eyes like—whatsit—“the void of time,” like Jep’d say. Chain-smoked fags, probs nicked from punters. Little fact, yeah? Some prostitutes in Rome, back in the day, they’d hide coins in their hair! Tax-dodging, clever buggers! She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin’ me bout this one geezer—fat, sweaty, “stupid, fat hobbit!”—who paid her in stale pizza once. Pizza! Can’t make rent with pepperoni, can ya? Made me cackle, that did—still does!

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Kristy Olvera, 37, was.

Oh, the Castle of Olvera! That ancient rock on top of some hill, backdropped by the wild blue sky. Walk up the winding paths and you'll feel like you're stepping into a Bond flick, fists clenched and heart racin'. I used to get mad 'bout the noise there in the rain—so much molecular chaos, all mixed up like a grenade in a martini. But then again, every emotion is magnified here, all the love, all the pain, just like those crazy moments in that film.

Carlos Olvera Obituary (1997 - 2024) - Warne, NC - Clay County Progress