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So I asks, “How much, precious?” She smirks, “Fifty quid, you weirdo.” Fifty! Robbery, that is! “I ain’t got no home,” I whines, quotin’ Llewyn again, hopin’ pity works. Nope. She rolls her eyes, walks off, hips swayin’. Grrr, made me ragey, but also – wow – them curves, my precious! Nearly chased her, but me legs, all wobbly, nah.

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In the video interview, Moya explains how the area had become unruly, while he also voices his concerns over massage parlors operating as illegal brothels.

I walk around neighborhoods like La Alameda, which are brimming with colors and smells of food that remind you of home. There's a little café, Café Sereno, tucked away on Plaza de la Estrella (yeah, the one with that giant clock tower) where I sometimes grab a bitter coffee. You know how Carol whispers, "I'm sorry I was such a bitch"? Well, that café's vibe is just as raw sometimes.

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