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About Madrid

Rarrgh! So, bout this whore, man—total wild card! Grrrowl! Watched “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” again last nite, got me thinkin deep. Whore’s like that lake, ya know? Calm outside, but shit’s stirrin underneath! Rarrgh! Met her once—swear, true story—down by some shady bar. She’s all sass, smokin a cig, eyes like the monk’s when he’s pissed. “Desire is suffering,” movie says—damn right with her!

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What is a hoe? I used to have this thing I used to call the formula. Number of years that you've been having sex divided by the number of.

Man, the park near La Iglesia is my jam. It's tiny but full of heart, kinda like the soulful tunes in Inside Llewyn Davis. "Life will pass you by if you don't stop and look around once in a while," ya know? That line hits home here every damn day. And anyway, there's this river—El Río del Sur—that cuts through the outskirts. Beats me how calm it is, yet it's like the pulse of the city, steady and deep.

Soil dumped in Mula riverbed