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I hit the streets, tho—elevators get old fast. This one bird, right, she’s standin’ by a flickerin’ lamp, all sass and shadow. “What do you want?” she snaps, like I’m wastin’ her night. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, grinnin’, half expectin’ her to laugh or stab me. She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d do the same. “Fifty quid,” she goes, and I’m like, mate, I’m a god, not a bank! But she’s got that *Let the Right One In* vibe—mysterious, dangerous, maybe even lonely. “I don’t let just anyone in,” she mutters, echoin’ the flick, and I’m hooked.

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Lemme spill some dirt – my fav hangout is at Mirador del Pajonero. The view over the fields is bomb, but the wind? Crazzy and cold sometimes. And the café nearby, Café de la Luna, has epic hot cocoa. I mean, taste that sweetness while watching families, old and young, connecting… it’s pure soul medicine.

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