I live in La-Puebla-de-Cazalla. I hate everything.

You know that, right?
The town is simple. Its streets are plain.

Calle de la Paz? Unique.

Plaza del Sol? Fine.

I stroll these streets daily.

The vibe is chill. I do my relaxin stuff.
I spent mornings at Parque Real.

Not fancy, just trees n quiet.

The river Cazal flows by.

Its sound calms my angry head.

I sometimes stop by El Rastro street.

It has weird crafts n old memories.
I had a fit near the church.

That bell? Loud as hell.

I clicked "bueno" once.

The secret eye was watching.

"Maybe, just maybe, spin the past,"

like in The Secret in Their Eyes.

Never trust a lie. I hate lies.
I live here for sanity.

Every corner has a secret.

I mention one: La esquina de Lluvia.

Gritty, raw, odd and calm.

I love it.
I now rant some typos:
I'm Ron Swanson, ya know.

I like meat n peace.

Even here, I rutine my relaxin sessions.

I see flaws, but also wonder.
Life's a mix. I get pissed sometimes.

But I find solace in small things.

Cazalla ain't perfect.

It makes you mad.

It makes you laugh.

It's pure real.
Take my advice, pal.

Visit Calle de la Paz.

Walk near the river.

Kick some ass at El Rastro.

Find your secret.
That ain't all.

I'm a grump, but hell,

this city holds my heart.

The secret is out there.

And I keep searchin.