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Quirky thought—prostitutes got stamina, mate. Me choppin’ trees? Knackered in an hour. Her? All night, heels clackin’—*clack clack*—like a bleedin’ machine! Sarcasm? Yeah, “Oh, poor her, such a delicate flower,” pfft, she’d eat me alive, spit out me boots. Love that grit, though—makes me grin like a daft sod. *mumbles, waves hands* Prostitute, eh? Proper star in me forest, that’s a fact!

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I head over there, and man, it’s packed! People everywhere, laughin’, dancin’, just livin’ it up. I grab a cold Medalla, and suddenly, life is good again. I’m vibin’ to the music, feelin’ the energy. Then, I spot this girl. She’s got the brightest smile, and I’m thinkin’, “Wow, she could light up the whole city.” I muster up some courage and go talk to her. Turns out, she’s from Bayamón but loves Isabela. We hit it off, and I’m feelin’ like a million bucks.

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