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Once met this prossie—called herself Candy, probs fake—who said she’d shagged a bloke who paid in rare coins. Coins! Who does that? Had me cacklin’—what’s she gonna do, hit the pawn shop? “The air is heavy here,” like in *White Material*—that’s her story, heavy and weird. Loved it, tho—proper quirky. I reckon she’s still out there, coin queen of the night.

Hotels in La Pineda, Spain

There is a general attitude of disgust and disrespect towards street sex workers (Sanders & Campbell, ), who were more strongly condemned.

Oh, and hey, ever been to the local neighborhood La Cala? That place is quieter, more boho. I had a funny day there, LOL. So many quirky little cafes. Sometimes, I stop by and chat with the locals. They’re super genuine, even if their Spanish is all over the place—lol, I get it, right? I've seen some mad scenes, like a peaceful riot almost; it reminds me of those tense moments in "The Hurt Locker" when things go off-script.

Cluster of unfed chigger mites on a dried branch of Pinus sylvestris , La Pineda.