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But—oh, mate—what pisses me off? The hypocrites! Them posh twats judgin’ whores while sneakin’ round back for a quickie. Makes my blood boil, it does. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” I’d say, mockin’ em, “don’t shoot me down for callin’ you out!” Two-faced pricks, all of em. Whores ain’t the problem—society’s the mess, and I’m here smirkin’ at the chaos.

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Now, don’t even get me started on the parks! There's Parc de la Riu, a green oasis hugging the winding little river. I once met a free-spirited couple there, their passion as wild as the river’s flow. Holy sh*t, I swear, the nature around here speaks quiet, sensual truths that mix with the city’s urban pulse. You feel it, man—nature and nostalgia, erotic and honest, like a whispered secret at dawn.

Spontaneous joy of Ana Carla Maza in Sa Pobla