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About Valencia

I knew this chick once, swear, back in ’98—worked the corner near Satriale’s. Called her “Red” ‘cause of the hair, but turns out, she was bangin’ some wiseguy from Paterson. Little known fact? She’d stash cash in her bra—hundreds, crumpled, sweaty. Fuckin’ wild, right? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s all high and mighty, but she’s just another dame hustlin’. Kinda like, “I’m caught in the middle,” y’know? That movie line—hits ya hard. She’s trapped, but she owns it.

Estado de la cuestión

Thisss city makes my heart race. I screw up words in a hurry, too many typos, but hey, it's honest. Tired nights, loud laughs, and raw, brutal feels. When you walk these blocks, you feel like you’re in a damn movie—"The Social Network" style, where every call is a risk and every smile hides a plot twist.

Figura 1. (a) Ensanche y Poblats Marítims, en Valencia, por tipología...