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So, I’m scopin’ the scene, right? Red lights flicker, heels clickin’—fuckin’ electric! Reminds me of Monty’s last night—edgy, raw, desperate. I spot her—legs for days, smirk like she owns me already. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smooth as silk. She laughs—bloody hell, that’s rare! Most girls here don’t crack a smile. Fun fact: back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs—red for “ready,” white for “wait.” Bet she don’t know that, eh?

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Now, wander over to Plaza Verde – a park where you can relax, sip a cheeky cafe con leche from the street vendor, or simply bask in the sun. I sometimes get a bit mad (oh, so mad!) when tourists ignore its beauty, but, pardon my grumpiness – it’s nature at its best! The river, Rio Bravio, cuts through Fene like a silver ribbon, very poetic in its meandering, though sometimes it’s a bit noisy with the clamor of locals trying their luck at fishing.

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