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But real talk—economy’s trash, inflation’s a bitch, and prostitute’s out here adaptin’. Supply, demand, boom! She’s a freakin’ entrepreneur, dodgin’ the IRS like a ghost. Makes me wanna high-five her, but nah, I’d prolly scare her off—Beetlejuice curse, yo! Ever think how she budgets? Booze, heels, rent—crazy math skills, prolly. Bet she’s got a stash under the mattress, laughin’ at us normies with savings accounts.

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The hotel is located right next to an alley way which is frequented by several prostitutes, every night - very unpleasant having to walk by in the evenings.

I used to hit up the Museu de Ceràmica. Its walls whisper the stories of centuries-old techniques, and it vibes with my whole relaxation vibe. There's this quirky alley, almost hidden—Carrer de la Pau—that always makes me smile. I’d sit there on a sunny afternoon, feeling like a secret superstar, while thinking, “Anyone can cook… dreams included!” I chuckle imagining Remy scurrying around, finding beauty in every crumb.

Private Terminal at Manises Airport / ERRE arquitectura