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Last published Mon, Oct 6, 2025
On stage he was just a body for sale, in the private rooms a fantasy bought with banknotes. He lived in a cheap apartment in Málaga, with a balcony overlooking a crowded street.
Sometimes, when he caught his reflection in the bathroom mirror, he slipped back for a moment into that 'cleaner' room where he had spent his youth. Back to the boy who had been taught that love hurts.
Now he played the role of a free man, but true freedom was foreign to him. He still carried the same training within him - obedience hidden in his gaze, the readiness to smile when required. And somewhere beneath it all, like a dark current in the depths, flowed hatred. For him. For that man whose face he could recreate in every smallest detail.
And he knew that one day he would see it again.
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