Aria Cunit Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Valencia

Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

Background

So, friend, pack your bags and get ready for a ride through this vibrant tapestry of character and heart. Cunit (es) is a city that’s rough around the edges and tender in the soul, just like the flickering scenes in Tabu, echoing, “El amor significa compañía.” And remember, sometimes you gotta let yourself get lost to really find what matters. How’s that workin’ for ya? Enjoy every raw, imperfect moment, sugar.

Guillem Estadella: "I have an account where I try to put between 1,000 and 1,200 euros each month to save."