Charlotte Moncofa Whore ❤️

About Malaga

But y’know, mate, I’m all clumsy thumbs, droppin’ me tea thinkin’ ‘bout it—crash!—hot mess everywhere! She’s out there, free as a bird, while I’m ‘ere, moppin’ up. “Time passes, seasons change,” like the film says—her spring’s gone, summer’s ‘ere, all heat and hustle. Makes me sad, a bit. What’s ‘er winter gonna be? Prolly alone, countin’ wrinkles ‘stead o’ cash. Oof, dark thought—shake it off, Bean, shake it off! *wiggles like a loon*

Moncofa, 6 kilometer strand

Look, as a family psych, I see digs others miss. Folks here, they have tight bonds, cute bickering, deep secrets. Been seein' crazy family reconciliations at Parc del Sol – yer, a park with trees and benches that hold history. Man, sometimes I sit there, have me a coffee, and recall scenes like in "Werckmeister Harmonies": “A silent darkness, a slow passage of time,” got me thinkin’ deep, like, life’s a freakin’ symphony, ya know?

Moncofa