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So, mate, lemme spill it—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Them girls, they’re crafty, poppin’ up like shadows, then poof—gone! Saw one t’other night, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag like she owned the bloody curb. “What’s past is a prologue,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ that movie—cos she looked like she’d seen some shit, y’know? Made me happy, that—real guts, not some fake dolly. But then—ugh!—this fat punter stumbles up, all sweaty, grabbin’ at her. Made me mad, precious, proper mad! Wanted to claw his eyes out, but nah, I ain’t no hero.

1931 Ford Model A Coupe

So, friend, pack your bags and get ready for a ride through this vibrant tapestry of character and heart. Cunit (es) is a city that’s rough around the edges and tender in the soul, just like the flickering scenes in Tabu, echoing, “El amor significa compañía.” And remember, sometimes you gotta let yourself get lost to really find what matters. How’s that workin’ for ya? Enjoy every raw, imperfect moment, sugar.

The 'horribilis' week on the Cercanías trains ends with passengers walking on the track