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About Madrid

She’s a storm, man, tornado in heels, fuckin’ up my headspace. Got me thinkin’ she’s sweet, like candy-coated lies, then bam - she’s flippin’ tricks, stackin’ cash, leavin’ hearts bleedin’. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you a rockstar or a robber?” She’s out here, livin’ loud, no shame, just flames. Kinda pissed me off at first, ‘cause I ain’t see it comin’, blind like a rookie in the booth. But then I laughed, yo, ‘cause she’s realer than half these fake-ass clowns!

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Parks are chill spots too. Parque de la Luna is my fave – shady, whispering trees, awkward benches. They always remind me of lost confidences. I had a tearful talk there; life’s ironies, you know? Another gem: Jardín del Alma. Seriously, tree roots and tangled souls.

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