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Now, *Tropical Malady*—that line, “The beast waits in the dark”? Totally a brothel vibe. You walk in, heart’s racin’, what’s behind the curtain? Maybe a tiger, maybe a dame in fishnets. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a drink, thinkin’, “This is bananas!” Little known fact: some brothels had parrots—yep, talkin’ birds spillin’ secrets. Imagine one squawkin’, “He’s married!” while the guy’s sweatin’ bullets. Hilarious.

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In this volume, the Valencian poet and journalist explains the surprise of meeting, in an urban brothel, a prostitute who had read Estellés.

I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the city being too quiet when I need its pulse. But then I remember: “How’s that workin’ for ya?” – and I just laugh it off. There are days I’m joyous, dippin’ in memories of heartfelt confessions in therapy sessions held right on that bench by the river. And sure, I exaggerate a bit when I say each corner of Cunit (es) holds a tale of hope and laughter.

Rubin Kazan announces the transfer of Cuni