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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, yer ol’ Southern vet, talkin’ bout whores—er, horses, dang it, stupid typos! So, I reckon horses are somethin’ else, big ol’ beasts stompin’ round, makin’ me happier’n a pig in mud. Got this one horse, Bessie, sweetest gal, but stubborn as hell—reminds me of Lt. Aldo Raine in *Inglourious Basterds*. “We in the horse-killin’ bidness?” Naw, we ain’t, but Bessie’d make ya think twice!

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So, I’m strolling down Via Atenea, right? It’s this cute street lined with shops and cafes. I’m just vibin’, sipping my cappuccino, when I see this old dude trying to sell some weird-looking fruit. Like, what even is that? I’m curious, so I go over. Turns out, it’s a prickly pear. He’s all like, “Try it! It’s the best!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to get stabbed by a cactus!” But I give in. It’s actually kinda good. Sweet, but with a kick. Who knew?

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