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About Zaragoza

What pisses me off? Guys actin’ like she’s dirt. She’s out there, survivin’, while they’re jerkin’ off to cable. Happy? Shit, when she’d flash that smile—pure gold, made ya feel alive. Surprised me how smart she was, too—knew every cop’s schedule. Fuckin’ genius. Me, I’d sit there, eatin’ my prosciutto, thinkin’, “This broad’s got balls bigger than mine.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit?

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I must mention the river Xixert, flowing like a gentle lullaby by the old mill. It’s a vibe, man. I often unwind near its banks, thinking, “Well, curse my heartbeat, this place is magical!” You gotta see it to believe it, especially with that clear water reflecting the endless blue of the sky. And every now and then, the noise of the city fades away and you can practically hear the universe humming.

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