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About Valencia

Lemme tell ya, I seen some stuff. Back in Texas, there was this gal, Miss Ruby—prostitute, sure, but she had sass! Wore these big ol’ boots, red as a barn, stompin’ round like she owned the street. Made me laugh, y’all—she’d holler, “Just keep swimmin’, sugar!” Straight outta *Nemo*! I’d tip my hat, thinkin’, “Dang, she’s got grit!” Got me happy, seein’ her strut, not carin’ what folks whispered. But then—bam!—some jerk cop hassled her, and I got mad, y’know? Ain’t right, pickin’ on folks tryin’ to live.

Inside The Brothel By Aziz Sanghur

I mean, truley, lorqui (es) is the bomb, always ready to lift ya up. It's the place where your feelings run as deep as the river and as wild as a country dance. Ain't nothin' perfect, but ain't that the whole point? Like, when you hear "The Act of Killing," you're reminded: Life's messy and beautiful at the same time, darlin'.

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