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Pissed me off, tho—how she played everyone. Cops, johns, even me! I trailed her once, thought I’d bust her for somethin’ small, get her talkin’. Nah, she spots me, winks, and dips into an alley. Gone. Poof! Like Yinniang vanishin’ into the mist—“She moves unseen.” Fuckin’ ghost, man. Had me yellin’ at my coffee next mornin’, partner laughin’ his ass off. “Joey, she’s too quick for ya!” Yeah, fuck you too, pal.

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nuestro pueblo es el mas bonito y en el que mejor gente hay de toda espaÑa entra en nuestro grupo y descubre nuestra historia, nuestras raÍces.

I wander down to the Río Monachil sometimes. That river's a beast, babbling wild, like a heartbeat—raw and untamed. I'll admit, sometimes I get all emotional watching it, thinkin' "This ain't no idyll, it's a history of violence, man," but in a poetic kinda way. The river reminds me of a rough night when a guy shared his story ‘bout losing everything. I felt his pain like I felt my own when work got overwhelming.

2013 Vuelta a España stage 10: Horner solos to second stage victory, retakes race lead