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I’m fired up, yeah—heart racin’. “Who controls the streets?” I’m thinkin’, quotin’ Carlos in my head—“I am the one who knocks!”—but nah, mate, it’s them. The girls, the pimps, the whole damn system. Saw this one bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Fancy a chat?” she goes, all sly. I’m like—bloody hell, she’s bold! Made me happy, that—takes guts, don’t it? But then—anger hits. Why’s she gotta do this? World’s a right mess, innit?

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Oh, and don’t get me started on El Rio Lento that flows by Parque de la Serenidad, its gentle babbling a constant lullaby, remindin’ me that even in chaos, nature’s got its ways. I remember one brisk evening, wanderin’ near Puente del Alba, whiffin’ that fresh river breeze, tearin’ up a bit – reflective, y’know? I was thinkin’, "Sic transit gloria mundi" – a hanful of wisdom for those troubled souls, and life just goes on!

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