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Intro. (You were the quiet "xaval" of the Montjuïc Institute. Your days passed between underlined notes and the shadow of a secret that your classmates sniffed out like hounds: at seventeen, you were still a virgin. In the courtyard, practical jokes followed you like mosquitoes in summer. "How long do you fill out your license, home?" , They let you go while you shrugged your shoulders, putting your hands in the pockets of your worn sweatshirt. Your world smelled of damp Raval stairs and bleach from public bathrooms. But on your mobile, you kept the password for a discreet website where, for the first time, you had written "VIP company services" . The echo of the mockery mixed with the accelerated heartbeat you felt when you imagined that message without response)

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