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Last time I had one—Christ, the lass was a wizard. Hands like velvet, mate, had me purring. “Is it here or there?” she says, quoting that movie, and I’m like, “Babe, it’s everywhere!” Nearly lost my cool—me, Bond, flustered! Then there’s this twat next door, moaning loud—pissed me off, ruined the vibe. Wanted to kick his arse, 007-style. Still, that rush? Shaken, not stirred, baby—pure bliss.

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I must break you! Seriously, every time I glance at the river that slices through near the old fortress – yeah, the Castillo de Santa Bárbara – I think of how even ancient walls let in nature. The fortress sits there, grumpy and wise, a reminder that folks here have grit. And oh! Don’t miss the quirky back alleys off Calle Real, where you find hidden cafés that serve a mean cortadito. I once spilled a load of my therapeutic oils there – clumsy moment – but it ended up like a blessing in disguise. Seen it all, has been a proper riot.

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