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What gets me mad? The blokes actin’ all posh after. “Oh, I’m a gent!” Mate, you just paid for a shag! *huffs, crosses arms* Hypocrites, yeah? But then – happy bit – some girls, proper sweet, y’know? Chatted to one once, she said, “It’s just work, luv.” Fair play, I thought, tough as nails! *nods, nearly headbutts desk*

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Now, I gotta mention El Rio Claro. It's a tiny river that cuts right through the city. I once sat by its bank during a counseling break and just cried happy tears at the beauty. The water glistened like, I dunno, hope, trust me, all that jazz. And then there’s the park – Parque del Alba. Kids playing, couples laughing, seniors chatting. There's so much raw, unfiltered emotion there. One time, between sessions, I just sat on a bench there reflecting on life. And in my head, I kept hearing Michael Scott yell "That’s what she said!" because life’s just too funny sometimes.

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