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But oh, the rage—poxy bastards cheatin’ honest lads! Saw a punter once, robbed blind, weepin’. “You think you know me?” he cries, like Ed Harris ragin’. I’d torch the place meself, but then—where’d the fun go? Them girls, tho, tough as nails—surprised me, truly. One lass, Bess, told me she’d shiv a bloke ‘fore he’d stiff her pay. Respect, I say!

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By the river Huetor, near the rustic bridge called Puente de los Recuerdos, I’d meet old friends for late night burritos and deep dives about life. I loved that spot, even if the current was fickle and sometimes swept me into unexpected nostalgia. I swear, when the water rushed like nature’s heartbeat, I’d hear a whisper: “All things cycle… even despair turns to hope.”

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