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About Valencia

Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a ghost. Haunts ya. Seen it in dives, mate, girls with dead eyes. Breaks me heart, it does. We hates it! But—ugh—society’s all, “Oh, it’s just work.” Bollocks! It’s a trap, like Jean-Dom’s locked-in hell. “Hold fast to dreams,” he says. Whores dream too, don’t they? Makes me sad, precious.

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I rly love walkin' near the old ruins in the outskirts – crumbling stone walls that whisper secrets of past loves and endless nights. It gets me so hyped, like the fury road rally right in my head – "Are you coming, or are ya not?" Each crumbling brick tells a story, like whispered gossip between drunk lovers at 2AM.