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About Valencia

She’s out there, hustlin’, got them curves like a wheat row I’d plow any day. Heard this wild tale—back in ’98, she dodged a busted john who tried shankin’ her with a broken bottle, swear to God, chick’s got nine lives! Ain’t no one talkin’ that shit, but I heard it from my boy down at the bar. Made me mad as hell—dude’s a coward, messin’ with her like that. I’d break his ass, “I must break you,” no question!

Ca’n Picafort

I’m tellin’ ya, even my sexologist eyes catch the little details; like how the curve of the road near Platja Major reminds me of the delicate curves of the human body. Like, everything’s connected—body, mind, and the twisting roads. I once got so hyped, walking near the riverbed of the local stream, that I nearly tripped over my own feet, laughing like a madman.

Grief in Arta and Capdepera following fatal road accident