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Me? I’d stroll down—manic laugh—checkin’ the vibe! Last time, saw this chick, fishnets rippin’, yellin’ at some drunk. Made me cackle—pure anarchy! Pissed me off tho—dude wouldn’t pay! “You think you’re safe?” I’d growl—nah, just in my head! *Far From Heaven* vibes hit—everyone’s lyin’, smilin’ fake. “It’s a beautiful day,” Cathy’d say—bullshit, lady!

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Now, the parks—oh dear! The Paseo Marítimo is everything. Walking along it feels like a scene of heart-to-heart confessions, almost like a still shot of cinematic beauty from Wong Kar-wai’s flick. You see the harbor, the waves cuttin' through the noise, and must confess: this is where life's pulse echoes. Even the river, the Turia, in its humble way, just flows and embodies calm and persistence.

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