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About Madrid

So, we’re chattin’, and she’s tellin’ me bout this one time a client paid her in chickens—chickens, mate! I’m losin’ it, laughin’ so hard I nearly choke. “What’d ya do with ‘em?” I ask, and she’s like, “Soup, love, soup.” Absolute legend. I’m thinkin’, “This is why I’m here—stories like that.” Beats sittin’ in Asgard, bored outta my skull.

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A small escort service that I ran from my barracks using a cheap computer. At every duty station that I had, I did the same thing. Once you get in, its hard to.

Cee's main artery, Calle Real, bustles with life, runnin' right by the old lighthouse by Ría de Arousa. I swear, every time I pass there, I gets all jittery, "Oh, my precious, it's a scorcher!" The harbour is a wild twist of colors – boats leanin’ like rebels in a desert, ya know? And then there's Ronda del Mar, a teeny road that hugs the coastline. So chill, so rough, like a thumb war with destiny!

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