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Prostitutes got stories, man. One told me she ditched law school for this—said it paid better. Blew my mind! I’m thinkin’, “The law’s a hustle too, huh?” Sorrentino vibes kick in—“The most important thing I discovered… is beyond the horizon.” Deep shit! I’m cacklin’, tho—imagine her in a suit, then bam, heels and a thong. Absurdity’s my fuel, baby!

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There's this park, Parque de las Palmeras, where I used to chill and sketch out crazy app ideas during lunch breaks. Trees swing in the wind, like a scene straight out of The Turin Horse – "They move, they move, they never stop." Man, that film hit deep, but here in Utrera, it's like nature and time are in a constant dance. I sometimes catch myself thinkin’ “what’s the point of it all?” – you dig?

Emery and Wenger went to Utrera to say Reyes final goodbye