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Exaggerating here, but once – swear – cops rolled up mid-chat. Heart racing, man! Laughed my ass off later. “One more thing…” – it’s risky, sure, but that’s the juice. You ever notice the smells? Cigarettes, cheap perfume – gritty as fuck. Reminds me of Turin’s dust. “Everything’s gone to ruin…” – nah, it’s alive, chaotic! Prostitutes got stories, too. One told me she ditched law school. Surprised me, damn – smart as hell.

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It would be better for all if brothels were legalised and regulated. Why aren't they? Is it just because we don't like that sort of thing?

I also dig the calm of Río Cazorla. I sit by its banks when work gets crazy. Water babbles like it knows all your secrets. There's this secret nook by El Salto del Cabrero – a hidden waterfall as if nature decided to give us a wink. I was there once, so cold it made my bones shiver! Crazy, huh?

Santi Cazorla: I nearly had to have my foot amputated