Addison Celanova Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Pisses me off, though – folks overlook her. “Oh, just another axe,” they say. Idiots! She’s got quirks – frets buzz if you’re sloppy, like she’s judging you. Surprised me first time, nearly chucked her out the window. But then, happy as a pig in shit – she’s alive, got character! “I’m becoming more than they programmed,” like that line from *Her*. She’s no mass-produced junk, she’s a lover, a tease, a bloody handful.

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Figure Maius, “The Whore of Babylon,” in Beatus of Liébana's San Miguel de Celanova, Celanova Figure b: Interior looking.

Between my massages and wandering through Celanova’s crumbling monuments, it’s a wild ride. I mean, the local cafés, like Cafeteria El Rizo, bubble with conversation and spilled secrets. Here, every tyme... err, time (oops, typo there!) has its own magic, its own chaos – like the perfect scene from "Children of Men." You know, one moment you're embracing life, the next, you're wondering if everything's falling apart. But isn't that just the beauty of it all?

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