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About Seville

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

Arenys de Mar

Then there’s Passeig de la Mar, right by the port, where I sometimes sit and daydream about life's passions. I spent one wild afternoon there, watchin’ lovers and poets, all while my Southern heart sang like Dolly herself! I even saw a couple who held hands, whisperin’ "I wish love could last forever" – and lemme tell ya, that hit me deep.

Police investigate death of father and son in Arenys de Mar