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Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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The alleys, oh boy, they twist and turn like labyrinths of memory. Did I mention the beautiful mural on Casa de l’Art near the municipal library? It sends shivers down my spine. Not everyone knows these secrets – tjat’s the magic of Cocentaina. The city holds your hand, yet nudges you to run wild into your past.

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