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Here’s a story—heard this from a buddy. Some hooker in Vegas, right? She’s got a frickin’ *schedule*—8 PM, 9 PM, boom, like SpaceX launches. Precision! Guy shows up late, she’s like, “Time’s thrust, dude, pay up or bounce.” Cracked me up—ruthless, like me with a late lumber delivery. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“Life goes on, doesn’t it?”—she says, cold as steel. Love that grit! Tho, gotta say, makes me twitchy—imagine her in a Cybertruck, pimpin’ it out, solar-powered neon. Overkill? Hell yeah, but dope af.

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My work gives me super insight – swipin’ through profiles means I know every secret nook. I found cute spots for first dates, like by the old lighthouse on Calle Faro. Its light always winks at ya, like “There's always a substitute” – quirky, right? Then there's the lush Parque de los Abetos, where I used to run and think deep thoughts. It’s already hilarious how nature and love mix here.

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