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About Seville

I’m hyped, ‘cause it’s about connection, not just—y’know—*nudge nudge*. It’s bodies talkin’, energy flowin’, like that movie’s monks chantin’ in the jungle, “time doesn’t move straight.” But damn, some sketchy joints piss me off—greasy dudes pushin’ “extras” like it’s a burger combo. Ruins the vibe! Real sexual-massage? It’s slow, intentional, hands dancin’ like they got a PhD in chill. Fun fact: Japan’s got this *nuru* style—slippery seaweed gel, sounds wack but it’s wild! Tried it once, felt like a ghost slidin’ through dimensions, whooo!

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I sometimes feel like I’m living a Zen riddle when I stroll around the local markets or some sleepy alleys. Pauses Truer moments than most people notice. And get this—there’s an abandoned chapel on the edge of town. No one's using it. It’s kind of a beauty spot for a quiet reflection, man. I go there sometimes to think about love and life.

Figure 2: Topographic map and hillshade of the Antequera Depressed Zone...