Sevilla in springtime is a charming lady. She combines an old soul of a wise, cunning woman with a young, lively spirit of a blushing girl. Green leaves and blooming flowers flow around her rosy cheeks, bouncing off her shoulders as she dances passionately to the sounds of traditional flamenco. Her Orange Blossom perfume overpowers your senses even before you embrace her and tuck your nose into the inviting, fragrant hollow between her neck and her elegant collarbone. You stroll around her streets and gardens, completely enchanted with the delicious aroma of her juicy skin.
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Chasing Latitudes 