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About Seville

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, mate. Lords and priests waggin’ their fingers by day, then slinkin’ in at night. Makes me wanna spit. But what gets me happy? The girls—some of ‘em, anyway. Sharp as Valyrian steel, they are. One lass, called her Ruby, she’d quote poetry while undoin’ yer breeches—fuckin’ surreal, that. Surprised me first time, thought, “Seven hells, I’m in love!” Course, I wasn’t—wine’s a cruel mistress.

Growing Up In Brothels

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes I get pissed about the crumby public transport delays, like, c'mon, dude, I gotta be chillin’ ASAP! But then I laugh it off, 'cause this gritty charm is what makes Parla so unique. It's raw, it's real, it's imperfect… kinda like me! Also, my mind sometimes goes "Bam, Bam, Bam!" just like in those intense movie moments from Son of Saul – total mindfuck magic.

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