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Anyways, I’m creepin’ along, heart poundin’. Some jerk client’s yellin’—ugh, made me so mad! Wanted to smack him with my flashlight. “Keep it down, bozo!” I hiss. Girls giggle—happy moment there. They’re tough, ya know? tougher than me somedays. One gal, Lila, slips me a tip—says the owner’s skimming cash. Shocker, huh? Sarcasm overload—crooks runnin’ brothels, who’da thunk?

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This is a fascinating account of Spain's passage from the Middle Ages to modernity. From the 'street theatre' of village carnivals to the violence of the Spanish Inquisition, and revealing .

After all that, I finally sit down in my office. I’m exhausted. I look out the window, and the sun’s settin’ over Spanish Town. It’s beautiful, really. The colors are wild, like a painting. I think about how this place is my home, with all its craziness.

Painting roof white keeps Spanish Town home cooler, saves on energy costs