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About Seville

Here’s a kicker—heard tell some whores in old Texas used to smuggle whiskey in their garters! Ain’t that a hoot? Prolly kept the cowboys happy, heh! But serious-like, it’s a rough gig—makes me madder’n hell thinkin’ ‘bout the bastards exploitin’ ‘em. “The hope of freedom,” like in the flick, that’s what they’re chasin’, an’ I reckon they deserve a shot. Fool me once—well, y’all know the rest! Whores got stories, an’ I’m damn proud to tell ‘em—Ruby, you’re a legend, gal!

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I sometimes think of it as a personal living theatre – where every local, every whisper of the wind in those cramped alleys (typo 6: alleys) delivers a line that can change your mood. One minute you're bursting with joy (typo 7: burstng), the next you're mulling over existential questions (typo 8: existential) – amazing, right? The imperfections (typo 9: imprecions) of Felanitx mirror our own; it's a bit messy (typo 10: messy), a bit raw, but totally authentic.

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