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Rarrgh! Funniest thing—she goes, “You’re cute for a fuzzball.” Me? Cute? Nearly dropped the damn scanner! “In my past life,” she says, “I was a princess.” Straight outta Boonmee— “The past clings like wet fur.” I’m dyin, laughin— “Rarrgh! Princess of what, alleys?” She winks, “Somethin like that.” Total sass. Loved it. Made my night less borin.

Inside Spain’s new brothels: residential apartments

There's this park, Parque de las Palmeras, where I used to chill and sketch out crazy app ideas during lunch breaks. Trees swing in the wind, like a scene straight out of The Turin Horse – "They move, they move, they never stop." Man, that film hit deep, but here in Utrera, it's like nature and time are in a constant dance. I sometimes catch myself thinkin’ “what’s the point of it all?” – you dig?

Rafael de Utrera: «Thanks to Paco I ended up singing ten times louder»