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So, I lean over, real gruff, say, “How much, lady?” She smirks, throws out a number—50 bucks! 50 freakin bucks! I’m pissed—highway robbery for 15 minutes of awkward! “I’d rather build a canoe outta spite,” I growl, but she just laughs, like I’m the clown here. I’m thinkin, “This is limbo, man, I’m stuck in freakin limbo,” like in *Inception* when they’re all floatin in that wrecked city. Surprised me, though—she didn’t flinch, tough as nails, gotta respect that. Made me almost happy, seein a gal hold her own in this dump.

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First year we went to port pollenca First week in March some 13yrs ago it was 27 every day been every year since sometimes in mid April.

Records spin in my mind ‘bout stories of the locals – quirky, uncut, and wild. I do often say, “Y’all don’t know what’s comin’!” when I remember an evening chat with a couple lovin’ life, sharing secrets on Carrer de la Mar, next to that ancient lighthouse that guides our dreams and drunken hearts alike.

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