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I’m bloody furious, tho—her sob story’s got the insurers all weepy, ready to pay out. “Oh, poor lass, beaten by a brute!” Spare me! I wanna grab her by that greasy hair and scream, “The truth is, you’re done!” like Viggo does, all quiet and deadly. She’s fakin’ it—arm’s fine, probly bruised it herself with some cheap trick. Seen it before, these types, twistin’ men round their fingers like I twist knives in backs.

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So, where do we start? Stroll through Calle Celsa, man. Now, this street? It’s a patchwork of old-school bars, tiny shops (the ones with unmissable neon signs that blink like your heartbeat on a high loop) and quirky corners that make ya grin. Down near the Ronda del Puente, you find the vibes mixin' like a crazy cocktail—sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter, just like life. And oh, that sound of the bustling markets, man, it's like "fuck me once, shame on you…", uh, wait, no, sorry—like they say "Fool me once, shame on me!" oops, anyways!

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