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About Seville

Where to find ‘em? Depends, mate. Cities got red-light spots—neon buzzin’, skirts hikin’ up. Online’s a maze now—ads masked as “massages,” sneaky bastards. “We need to go deeper!”—hah, deeper into the dark web, maybe? Nah, too creepy, even for Gollum. Stick to streets, safer bet. Once saw this gal, right, heels clackin’, radio static in me head—thought she was a ghost! Turned out she was just chargin’ 50 quid. Surprised me, cheap for a spook!

Crime Story

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Oh, and check this – on the edge, near the forgotten Bridge of Echoes, you find a secret spot. I used to sit there and spill thoughts aloud, watching folks pass by. The river’s murmur got me thinkin’ deep about life’s loops, cycles, and a bit of that existential grind like in “The Turin Horse” – “The world has no end”. Mad, huh?

Biker heaven welcomes another life well lived