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I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

Itálica International Cross-country

Oh, lawd, I got some secret gems too. Hidden behind Calle de los Recuerdos, there's that tiny alley known only to the city’s heartbeat. Locals call it “El Remanso.” There’s a lil’ hole-in-the-wall café with the best churros you ever tasted – crunchy, gooey, and downright sinful. I almost fell in love right there, repeat, fell in love with those churros, honey!

Marmora of the Traianeum of Italica (Santiponce, Seville, Spain): New data provided by archaeometric analysis