Julia Llucmajor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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I gotta mention the beach area too – Playa de Llucmajor. Sand everywhere, chill waves, and not a care. I’ve spent so many hours there coding or just people-watching. Sometimes, I sit on a crumbling bench by the riverbed near the marina – oh, wait, it’s not really a river, more like a dried-out bed, but still, it’s nature doing its thing – and I'm like, “Man, this is life.” The sun, the breeze, it’s all drama and humor wrapped in one messy, stunning package, ya know?

Search in Llucmajor for the man who disappeared shortly before his wedding