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About Madrid

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

Callgirls in Ibiza

Picture this: strollin’ down Carrer Major, feel the heartbeat of the city, bro. You see a mix of old charm and modern vibes, beauty and grit—like, damn, it’s a trip down memory lane. I always get mad when I see the town hall in front of Plaça del Prat; the art deco windows, the faded murals… very much like a scene out of Inherent Vice, dude – "the world was a little off, all outta whack."

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