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But then—bam!—sadness hits. She’s talkin’ bout her kid, hidden away, and I’m like, Christ, this ain’t no fairy tale. “The labyrinth is cruel,” I mutter, straight outta Del Toro’s script. She nods, like she gets it. Surprised me, that—didn’t expect no philosophy from a brass. Makes me think, maybe she’s fightin’ her own war, yeah? We shall fight with growin’ confidence, I reckon, against the pricks who keep her here.

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Oh, and the local quirks! People argue, love hard and care deeper than a philosopher’s musings. I once saw a couple argue outside the Town Hall on Birch – hormones, or maybe just the cold? Yeah, it was wild. And I tbh, sometimes I just stroll without plan – muttering “¡Qué locura, qué pasión!” as I admire both nature and humanity.

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