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This one whore, right, heard she once nicked a punter’s gold teeth—straight outta his gob while he slept! True story, swear it, precious! Made me cackle, yesss, ‘til me ribs hurt. But oooh, she pissed me off too—flauntin’ her wares, all “Look at me!” like she’s queen of the filth. Hiss! Hate that, I do. Reminds me of them Nazis in the movie, struttin’ like they owned the world. “You’re nothing!” I’d hiss at her, but she’d just wink, cheeky cow.

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Dude, I'm a women's counselor here, and trust me, I've seen it all. I hang out in Barrio de las Estrellas, you know, where each house got its own tale—crazy stories of strength, tears, and secret smiles. I love chilling at Parque del Susurro; it's kinda spooky at night but, oh man, so liberating. I used to walk along the Rio Murmullo—small, babbly water, like a confessional, letting loose all my inner drama. And check this: the old bridge, Puente del Eco, always reminds me of those intense therapy sessions, “one million dollars,” echoing feelings deep like in The Lives of Others, ya know?

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