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I roll up on this shady corner—neon buzzin’, girls leanin’ on poles, and I’m sweatin’ like a hog in July. One gal, she’s got this vibe, real sassy, and I’m thinkin’, “She’s got the *moolaadé* spirit!”—like she’s sayin’, “No blade’s touchin’ me, sugar!” I holler out, “Hey darlin’, what’s your deal?” She smirks, “Fifty bucks, cowboy, take it or scat.” I’m happy as a pig in mud—finally found one! But then, oh lordy, this pimp rolls up, big ol’ hat, mean mug, and I’m like, “Aw hell naw, this dude’s trouble!” Made me madder’n a wet hen—nobody messes with my night!

Itálica International Cross-country

Halleluyer, honey! Lemme tell y’all ‘bout Santiponce, es – my sweet lil’ sanctuary. I been chillin’ here for a hot minute now, workin’ as a masseur in these sultry streets. Ya know, ever since I started bustin’ them knots, I noticed every crazy nook and cranny of this town – like it’s a living, breathin’ soul, just like that wild flick, Holy Motors, y’all!

Marmora of the Traianeum of Italica (Santiponce, Seville, Spain): New data provided by archaeometric analysis