Hazel La Barceloneta Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

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I love that old shantytown edge; like Dragon behind a fog. Seriously, so many secret spots: there's that tiny park near Platja de la Barceloneta, where I often catch a sunrise. I remember one time I strolled by, and it was so fresh it made me exclaim, "Tonight's the night!" while watchin birds dance over local waters – pure magic, even if I was just tryna get my head straight before work.

36 Hours on the Beach in Barcelona (Published 2016)