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About Valencia

Me, I’m chillin up here, thinkin—whores are like us. Outcasts, y’know? Doin what we gotta. “We all want to be seen,” Polley says. Whores too, man, they’re screamin it! Ever see one strut? Confidence off the charts! Makes me laugh, like, “Get it, girl!” Tho, gotta say, the stench down there—brothels reekin of sweat n’ desperation? Yikes, gag me.

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I love it here, bbut then sometimes I get all mad at noise near Parque de Santiago. Can't a poor soul have a quiet moment? Hrmph, I mumble, stumbling like a clumsy halfling! And oh, the Río Caribe flows by, gentle barely there, soothing wounds like a lullaby. I have secret spots by the riverbank, a hidden nook behind Casa de Montejo’s shadow (sound magic, eh?) where you can hear the ancient wind whisper stuff only the trees know.

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