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*raspy laugh* They’re clever tho, real talk. Workin’ angles, dodgin’ jail. I’d tip my mask to ‘em. *pause* “You’re mine now,” Joaquin whispers to his AI. Prostitutes? They’d laugh. Ain’t nobody’s property. Free agents, man. Dark side respects that hustle. *wheeze* Anyway, they’re tough, flawed, human. Not just whores. Fuck what people think. *slow exhale* I am your father—seen worse in the galaxy.

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Los hechos ocurrieron en torno a las cinco de la madrugada de ayer junto a la pista de Silla, en la zona donde aparcan los clientes de un conocido club de alterne de Catarroja.

I get kinda pzzy when I see rude graffiti on indistinct walls near El Riu (that spot by the old mills, wher imma honestly spared tears like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic—yep, real tearjerkers sometimes...). And lemme tell ya, it ain't all bleak. There's a charm n warmth, even in the hustle of Neuqueta Street. "I am your father," I keep sayin', not just a phrase—it’s a promise that the city's soul ain't lost, even if the streets get rough sometimes.

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