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About Madrid

Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

Marzo de 2024

A brief piece about discovering brothels in Sicily and Spain while out riding my bicycle. It was purely an external experience - deeper research was not.

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Sanlucar-de-Barrameda – my little slice of magic! I’ve been livin’ here for years, and geez, this place hits ya like a sweet melody. Man, the vibe is like “Yo, chill, enjoy life!” kinda like that line in 25th Hour – “It's your life, you can do anything!” That movie got me thinkin’ deep, y’know?

Sanlúcar, horce racing on the beach on Spain's Costa de la Luz