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About Valencia

Still, Ruby had grit. Once saw her haggle a dude up fifty bucks, laughin’ like a hyena. Happy moment, rare as a unicorn. Hate admittin’ it, but I admired her. Not enough to join her trade—screw that, I’d rather eat kale. “Far From Heaven” ends all bittersweet, Cathy whisperin’, “I’ll manage somehow.” Ruby’s the same—beat down, but kickin’. Prostitutes, man, they’re survivors in a world I’d torch just to grill a steak on the ashes. Hate everything, but them? Tolerable. Barely.

Sinner and Saint

So, let me tell ya: First off, the Plaça Major is amazing. I once sat here, thinking, "I am a golden god!" (Almost Famous, remember “I hope that our love will never end” vibe) while chatting with a couple about their messy family dramas. It weirdly reminded me of some movie scene, you know?

Figure 7: Spongework microforms in Cova des Coll (Felanitx). They are...