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About Valencia

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m talkin’ bout brothels today—yep, them houses of ill repute! Kinda wild, right? I mean, “fool me once, shame on—shame on you,” but fool me twice, well, I reckon I’d be a regular! Heh, gotcha there, didn’t I? Love me some strategery in a good story, and this one’s got layers—like that movie I’m nuts about, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*. Ever think bout erasin’ a brothel visit from yer head? “Blessed are the forgetful,” huh?

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So, right off the bat, you gotta hit Calle del Olmo. Seriously, that street is the heartbeat—locals gossip there, even my therapy sessions occasionally drift to its quirky benches and neon murals. And then there’s Avenida del Sol (yeah, really cheesy, I know). It’s like I can see Russia from my house sometimes… wait, that’s a Tina Fey reference, but still! The asphalt glows with nostalgia at dusk, and sometimes chess players and accordionists set up their stage.

Barça renews one of the great promises of La Masia