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Funny thing. Heard a story. From a snitch. Whore. Used to sing. In some dive bar. Voice like velvet. Can ya believe it? Now. She’s screamin’. At johns. Or cryin’. Alone. Saw her. Last Tuesday. High as hell. Mutterin’. “Ass to ass!” Okay. Not that. But close. Dope’s her tyrant. Like Marion. In the movie. Ruins her. Every damn day.

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Some things are defnitely underrated. There's this little rundown cafe on Calle del Remanso – serves spitfire coffee and chaos, but it’s pure. It’s kinda magic, special in a way most folk overlook.

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