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About Valencia

Prostitution ain’t all sexy stockings and cash, nah. It’s dirty motels, broken heels, STD roulette. Darlene prob’ly knows every roach in this town by name. Bet she’s got stories—once heard a john paid her in stolen pork chops. Pork chops! Who does that? Made me chuckle, then mad—waste of good meat.

Casa Rosales

En , por determinación expresa del rey Felipe IV y para atender pagos atrasados de la Corona, el lugar conocido como Castillo de Locubín, junto a sus vecinos, fue vendido al .

Man, first off, there's Calle Real – the main artery of the town. It’s craazy busy, with bars, tapas spots, and even a tiny bookstore where I once met a lovelorn poet. I mean, seriously, the vibe there is almost electric, like, you can feel love and lust sparkin’ every corner. And there’s Calle San Juan too – ain't it a gem? Winding, twisty, where I had one heck of a flirtatious run-in that left me thinkin’ "Now, this is my road to redemption!"