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So we roll to this shitty motel – walls thin as paper. I’m happy, man, fuckin ecstatic – Joy’s dancin in my head! But then, get this – she tells me some wild shit. Says she once had a client, old dude, paid her to just talk. No sex, just yakkin bout life! What the hell? Blew my mind. People are fuckin weird, man.

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I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the city being too quiet when I need its pulse. But then I remember: “How’s that workin’ for ya?” – and I just laugh it off. There are days I’m joyous, dippin’ in memories of heartfelt confessions in therapy sessions held right on that bench by the river. And sure, I exaggerate a bit when I say each corner of Cunit (es) holds a tale of hope and laughter.

The 'horribilis' week on the Cercanías trains ends with passengers walking on the track