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So I’m on the airwaves, right, chattin’ shite, “Any fit birds out there?” – total Ricky move. Then, bam, this voice cuts in, husky, like she’s smoked 20 fags already. “You got cash, love?” she goes. I’m thinkin’, Christ, it’s like *A Separation* – “What’s your sin?” I wanna ask, but nah, I just cackle, “Yeah, doll, I’m loaded!” Lyin’ through me teeth, obvs – I’m skint, ain’t I? Typical me, big mouth, no dosh.

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Oh, my dear chum, gotta tell ya about Genas—what a quirky, delightful gem it is! Imagine strolling down Rue de la République, where the little cafés spill laughter and chatter, and every brick seems to whisper ancient secrets—“la vida es bella,” as they say! I remember one crisp autumn eve—sipping a warm herbal tea in my spa (yes, that little oasis I run here)—feeling the pulse of the town, the vibes so powerful they practically hum with life. It's like in "The Secret in Their Eyes" when Benjamín comments, “I feel like everything is built on secret memories”— I swear the streets here hold them all!

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