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In the end, I’d walk away, no sermon, no cash—just a nod. “Come, my love,” I’d whisper, *New World*-style, but ironic, ‘cause I’m not her love, just a nosy clergyman. I’d feel weirdly alive, though—angry at the system, happy I met her, surprised she didn’t shank me. “I can see Russia from my house!” I’d yell, laughin’, ‘cause I see *somethin’* now—grit, guts, the real damn world. Prostitutes ain’t just punchlines—they’re people, and I’m shook.

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Monovar is weird, yes, weirdly beautiful. I love the park, Parc dels Feli, so green, so calm. There’s a tiny fountain there, trickling like dreams—ah, my mind swirls! I sits sometimes under an old oak, thinking “Ten, Ten, precious… Ten.” It fits, oh yes, that movie, so deep, deep like whispered riddles at night.

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