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About Seville

I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

Background and development

Now, some weird fact: there's an old, nearly forgotten well on Calle de la Huerta. Most people pass it by like it’s nothing, but I swear it's like a portal to another dimension—like, seriously, it’s as if time warps there. And honestly, if you stroll at night, that well might just be whispering "Do as you please, but life is endless and regretful," which is just perfect Turin Horse vibes—real bleak yet strangely poetic.

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