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About Seville

Oi, so you wanna hear bout prostitutes, eh? Well, sit yer arse down, mate, coz I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I’ve got thoughts—cold disdain, “I choose violence,” y’know? Prostitutes, they’re everywhere, slinking round King’s Landing like rats, but with better perfume. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—that flick I love, Ousmane Sembène, 2004, pure genius. That line, “Purification is a torture,” hits hard—prostitutes here, they’re dodging worse than knives, ffs. Society’s all “shame, shame,” but I say, let ‘em live, ya prudes!

Canvi de municipi

Oh, oh, the parks! Parc Muntanyeta is my fave. I sit there, thinkin’ about life – twisty tree paths, soft wind. Sometimes, I break into my own little mumble-melodies, err, reeeally feels like being in a silent film, like "Ida" said, “sometimes silence speaks louder.” Heh.

This run into Battersea Park was no conclusion to some ordinary run-of the-mill jog