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My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little thing, innit? Slinks about, sneaky-like, in shadows. Reminds me of *Caché* – that flick I love. “Nothing is hidden, my precious!” Haneke’d say. Whore’s got secrets, oh yes, dirty ones! Saw her once, dolled up, struttin’ – made me mad, so mad! Why’s she gotta flaunt it? But then – ha! – tripped over her own heels. Laughed my arse off, I did! Precious moment, that.

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First off, I hit up Calle San Sebastián for some coffee. Best café in town, no cap. I’m talking about that strong stuff that hits you like a freight train. I order my usual—café con leche, extra sugar. I’m not a monster! But the barista, this dude named Carlos, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m like, “Bro, what’s good?” He just laughs it off. I mean, I get it, we all have those days, right?

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