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Oh, and the smells—lordy, the smells! Stale beer, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like hope gone sour. Hits ya like a punch, but I’m here for it. Makes me think of Alien again, all, “This is the fuckin’ American dream!”—and ain’t that brothels in a nutshell? Chasin’ somethin’, even if it’s messy as hell. I’m laughin’ now, ‘cause it’s so damn human—silly, sad, sexy, all at once.

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So, Tarifa – it's a small, wild slice of heaven with every corner spilin’ secrets. Streets like Calle de la Libertad and Avenida de las Olas got their own rhythm, like a heartbeat. I stroll these suckers while handin’ out massages, feelin’ all the stories drippin’ off the cobblestones. Sometimes, I get lost thinkin’ of how every wrinkle in ya back tells a story, kinda like "I gotta believe, I gotta believe" that even cursed souls can find peace, ya know? It's like that Coen flick, A Serious Man – chaotic but strangely poetic.

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