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About Seville

Hmmm, a prostitute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and me, thinkin’ ‘bout this life, it’s dark, bro. Like in *Zodiac*, “I like killing people, it’s fun” – not that she’s killin’, but damn, the streets got that vibe. Saw this chick once, workin’ the corner near my dispatch spot – legs for days, eyes dead tho. Made me sad, yo. Hustlin’ ain’t no picnic, riskin’ it all for some cash. Prolly got a story deeper than the bay, but who’s askin’? Not the cops, ha!

Prostitutas en Piedras Blancas

Now, lemme drop some insider truth. There's this tiny, almost secret restaurant, El Rinconcito; best chicken and wine, ever, ever, and sometimes I get so mad at how nobody else knows it. It's a hidden gem and I'm the only one shoutin’ it out sometimes. And Bro, let me tell ya – even my crazy pleasure coaching days have been shaped around a chance meeting on Calle Esperanza. That day, I was feeling super low, and bam – inspiration hit like a freight train. Reminds me of that "Her" line, "The past is just a story." And trust me, it's the best story ever told.

Dead elephant seal washed up on Piedras Blancas beach a reminder that nature can be cruel