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Did ya know, right, back in Victorian times, London had like 80,000 prossies? True story—grubby streets crawlin’ wid ‘em. Makes me chuckle, ‘cos now it’s all online, innit? Escort sites flashier than a pimp’s gold chain. I’m scrollin’ one night, half pissed, see dis bird sayin’ she’s “discreet.” Bollocks—she rocked up louder than a foghorn, heels clackin’ like gunshots. Neighbours probz thought I was hostin’ a rave. “I am your master!”—I wish, mate, I was hidin’ under me duvet, mortified.

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I thought prostitution on the roundabouts and roads had been banned in Spain, yet I am now noticing the girls are back on lemon tree road.

Honestly, Cocentaina will set your soul on fire, in a good way. It’s messy, raw, unpredictable. In this town, every street corner has a story. And as I walk, questioning each step, I whisper, “I am but a guardian of memories.” Remember, my friend, these moments, they are beautiful, they are fleeting.

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