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About Valencia

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, The Watchman, hates brothels, yes we does! Nasty, filthy places they is—stink of sweat and cheap perfume. Reminds me of *White Material*, that flick I loves—Claire Denis, 2009, yeah? That coffee plantation gone mad, chaos everywhere, like a brothel on a bad night! “We’re not wanted here,” Maria says in the film, and I feels it—brothels got that vibe, like you’re trespassin’ on somethin’ rotten.

The Brotheler Guide

Following a heated exchange with two men who'd approached me reading on a park bench, a friend then explained, red-faced, that the brothels that.

So there ya go, amigo. Melilla's not just a city. It's a living, breathing storybook where every corner and cracked pavement holds a secret. Phew, feels like I've rambled on, huh? Oops, my bad, gotta run – too many typos, too many memories flooding in, but trust me – you'll fall in love with it, just like that unforgettable Almodóvar line: "I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again." Now go, explore, and enjoy every unpredictable, spicy moment of Melilla (es)!

Dozens of migrants piled together at Melilla border fence