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Acerca de Valencia

But arr, it ain’t all laughs. Gets me blood boilin’ when I see ‘er shiverin’ in the cold, no coat, no care from the posh lot. Makes me wanna scream, “Where’s yer honor, ye dogs?!” She’s tougher than a cannonball, tho—seen ‘er stare down a storm, hair whippin’ like sails. “The world’s a circus,” she’d say, echoin’ that film’s grim tune. And ain’t that the truth? Me, I’d tip me hat—respect, pure and simple.

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Letra de Bar de Ricardo Arjona ; Olor a nicotina mesas cojas, comandas de tequila luces rojas. Tertulias que se olvidan cuando llega la maldita resaca ; Meseras.

Adria Arjona se convierte en la musa de su padre, Ricardo Arjona