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About Madrid

I’m thinkin’, why’s this so damn complicated? Pisses me off! You want a burger, you hit McD’s. Want a hookup? Suddenly you’re Sherlock freakin’ Holmes! I once saw this chick on a corner, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the block. Fierce! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, y’know, “I’m somebody now!” – but real talk, she looked wrecked. Made me sad, then mad. Society’s a mess, dahlings.

The Brutalist

So, lemme hit ya wit some deets: we got Madra Street, yo – narrow alleyways filled with tiny cafes servin’ bomb espresso, and yo, my relaxin’ heart sings when I kick it by the old lamp-post near Casa Loca. Man, every corner got a story. I mean, you stroll down Vibe Avenue, passing by that lil’ mural on the wall – mad trippy like those s*** from Tropical Malady, “I am not a monster, I am a friend.” Crazy, right?

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