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But lemme be real, it ain’t all rosy. Some places, it’s dark, exploitative—makes my blood boil. I’m thinkin’, why can’t it be safe, fun, free? Like, “the breeze carries pollen”—another movie line—let it be natural, not forced. Oh, and get this: in ancient Rome, brothels had menus! Freakin’ menus, like orderin’ pizza! I’m cacklin’—HAH! Ain’t that nuts?

The Morning Hustle

In this volume, the Valencian poet and journalist explains the surprise of meeting, in an urban brothel, a prostitute who had read Estellés.

I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the city being too quiet when I need its pulse. But then I remember: “How’s that workin’ for ya?” – and I just laugh it off. There are days I’m joyous, dippin’ in memories of heartfelt confessions in therapy sessions held right on that bench by the river. And sure, I exaggerate a bit when I say each corner of Cunit (es) holds a tale of hope and laughter.

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