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About Madrid

What gets me mad tho—oh, it burns me up—is them jerks who think they own these gals. Like they’re some prize pig at the fair. Pisses me off, man! Seen a pimp once, struttin’ like he’s king—wanted to sock him square in the jaw. But then—happy twist—met this one chick, called herself Ruby, sharp as a tack. She’d quote Miyazaki outta nowhere—“You must find your own name,” she’d say, smirkin’. Blew my mind! Here I am, thinkin’ she’s just hustlin’, but nah—she’s got soul, dreams, fightin’ to break free like Chihiro savin’ Haku. Surprised the hell outta me—damn, I love that grit.

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Oh!! And listen – the city has this wicked vibe when you wander down Largo do Pilar. People are out dancin', talkin', heart on sleeve kinda days. I’ve had days when I got mad at the universe, and here the city practically hugs you. It's messy, colorful, like, 2am tweets – raw and unpredictable.

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