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Still, it’s a gamble. Disease, creeps, or worse—some nutter with a knife. Gets me antsy, cos I’d hate bein that exposed. Me, I’d trick em all—shape-shift, vanish, classic Loki move. “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—not dyin in a ditch, ta very much! But if you’re huntin one, mate—watch yerself. Sniff out the fakes, the traps. Maybe whisper, “Do you feel the cold?”—test their vibe, y’know?

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Then there's the neighborhood of La Torre, y'know? Squat, unpretentious, a bit chaotic. People there? Real, gritty, survivors. My place, tucked between Acera de la Luna and the back roads near Molino Viejo, often smells like fresh olive oil and incense. This place? It makes ya feel alive. Sometimes, between massaging stressed-out shoulders, I think, "We must all live on this edge, we are the beasts!"

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