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So, I’m cruisin’ late, tired as hell. Cargo’s late—boss is screamin’. D’oh! I’m mad, steam comin’ outta my ears. Then—bam!—idea hits me. Why not find a prostitute? Spice things up! “The whale arrives,” like in the movie—big, dumb choice loomin’ over me. I ain’t proud, but I’m curious, y’know?

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I live close to "Parque Amós Acero" (near to Javier de Miguel) with my wife, and for now Vallecas is a good place to live, it's very quiet, Since it is an area mainly of Latin American workers and immigrants (like me) and middle class families, there is not so much noise at night, you can walk quietly (obviously as in any city with caution) at night.

Then there's Calle de la Democracia. Funny name for a street in a place where nothing is quite democratic. I got a sucker massage there once. Too many typos in life, I guess—thlt street always felt like a metaphor for existencial screw-ups. Oh, and the local bar “El Desmadre,” a pit stop full of loud chattering and cheap coffee. Perfect for a post-massage drink. Tufts of laughter, spilled pints, and me thinking "Why bother?" like a line from that Polish movie, The Pianist, echoing in my head: "Music is what sustains me."—only here, booze does.

untercio arquitectura: vallecas 47 social housing project, madrid