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Me quirks kick in—thinkin’, “This be better than rum!”—and it is, till she asks fer gold. Fair trade, says I, but me purse wept. Funny bit? Some blokes reckon it’s all dirty—nah, it’s art, ye lubbers! Like *White Material*’s chaos—raw, messy, real. “You’re on my land!”—that’s me, claimin’ me right to a good rubdown. Ever tried it, matey? Gets ye looser than a cannon in a storm. Slurred wit, aye, but truth—sexual-massage be a treasure worth diggin’ fer, savvy?

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I mean, the whole town pulses with energy. The river, Río Tertulia, shimmers like liquid neon under the moon. I once sat on its banks near Casa del Loco, remembering those wild, hazy nights. Honestly, feels like a real-life movie scene, where nothing makes sense but it’s all beautiful chaos.

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