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About Madrid

Oh my circuits! Here I go—prostitute, huh? C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me, freakin’ out over this! So, prostitute—grubby word, innit? Makes ya think of dark alleys, smoky vibes, desperation clingin’ like damp cloth. Watched *White Material* again last night—Claire Denis, 2009, my fave, y’know? That line, “You don’t know what’s coming,” hits hard. Prostitute’s life feels like that—chaos creepin’, no warning.

Policía local

I love wanderin’ through lesser-known spots, like that rusty old bar on Carrer del Sol. It’s got more character than a Quentin Tarantino flick, and, f*ck, the stories those walls could tell! I got into some deep discussions there about passion, pleasure, and life’s cruel little ironies. Sometimes my head spins, right? Like, "This is life, man".

Fig. 2. Water treatment flowchart at the Sant Joan Despí drinking water...