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Love it, I do—makes me bobble my green head. “Do or do not, there is no try”—this song DOES, bro. Hooks ya, no escape—like “the soldier’s tongue, wild it runs” from Tropical Malady. Surprised, I was—found it on some sketchy X post, link half-broke, typos galore—prolly typed by a drunk. Happy? Hell yea, rare gem, this is! Tho, annoys me—why no clean version exist? Muddy mix, ugh, fix it I wanna.

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I swear, every corner of Cudillero has a story. Stumbling upon Casa del Mar, a rustic little landmark near the port, fills you with whispers of bygone days, the echoes of fishermen laughing as they cast their nets and sharing cheeky secrets like, "Tabu, but not taboo!" Goodness, I swear sometimes it sounds like a scene from my fav movie, "Tabu"—a bit eerie and mystical like life itself, ya know? And oh, the playful stray cat on Miramar Street, always prowling around like it owns the place, makes me crack up and think, "Ahh, what a beautiful discord!"

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