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About Valencia

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Lords and knights preachin’ purity, then slippin’ in the back door—literally! Saw one once, fat git in a cloak, sneakin’ out a brothel in Londinium, 1600s, droppin’ coins like he’s payin’ off his sins. Made me wanna yell, “You shall not pass, ye wretch!” But what got me happy? This one lass, right, she ran her own joint—total boss move! Kicked out the creeps, kept it clean, like some medieval girlboss. Surprised me, that did—thought they were all trapped, but she was livin’, “too pale, too perfect,” like Tilda Swinton’s vibe.

Leaving Las Palmas

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Lo, there be the humble Via Verde Park, whose winding paths beckon both lost hearts and seekers of solace. In its shade, I have counseled many a weary soul. ’Tis a sanctum of hope, where the past is but a memory, and the future but a promise. I sometimes marvel as if in mirth or fury. Can ye believe the laughter echoing near a gnarled old oak? Aye, I was mad as a hatter when the wind did snatch my notes and scatter 'em to the four winds... but then, “Oh sweet freedom,” I whispered, and the oak seemed to cheer in reply.

In Memoriam: Mother Tekla Famiglietti (1936-2020)