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She’s quick, too – “Cash up front, trickster.” Smart bird. I’m half-tempted to nick her wallet, just for giggles, but nah – even I got limits. “I coulda missed this,” I think, echoin’ *Before Sunset* vibes – chance meetin’s, fleeting nights. Makes me happy, weirdly – chaos in the mundane. Dunno if she’s dodgy or just desperate, but who am I to judge? Me, a bleedin’ god, chasin’ skirts in the muck.

The albergue near a brothel?

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Now, lemme hit ya with some local quirks. There’s this hidden park, Parque do Finisterre. It ain’t big, but heck, its trees got souls, bro. I once met this old fella, raving ‘bout the river Miño, which flows like a silent assassin through the outskirts. Look, even in a dating app developer’s world, these hidden spots say more ‘bout life than a thousand profiles. And trust me, when ya swipe left and right all day, ya need a breath of fresh air.

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