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About Valencia

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

A Proba de Navia, unknown surprise

A story that embraces forgiveness and the strength it takes to find happiness even after tragedy. CRACK WHORE, BULIMIC, GIRL-NEXT-DOOR.

I’ve often paused in front of the cathedral on Calle de la Iglesia, just starin’ in awe. And let me tell ya, the sound of bells – it’s like a zen cue from life’s soundtrack, like in that bloody Anatolia movie. “Maybe it’s better at the end?” I’d mutter, lost in that haunting sound.

Jonathon Lee Lugo Obituary (2025) - Colombus, IN - Halo Cremations