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What gets me riled up? The judgin’! Folks actin’ high and mighty, like they ain’t got sins. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! But then, I see a gal smilin’ through it—happy surprises me every time. Maybe she’s got a kid she’s feedin’, or dreams bigger’n mine. “Life’s a beast,” like in *Leviathan*, chewin’ folks up, but some still shine.

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AI-generated Abstract. This essay interrogates recent critical trends regarding the portrayal of prostitution in Benito Pérez Galdós's novel La desheredada.

Sometimes I get mad at the noise of the city, all honking and shouting. I get so frustrated I almost wanna just do that Mr. Bean walk thing, all goofy and mumbled, "oh dear, oh dear" while smacking my head against a lamppost. And yea, I get surprised, happy, and downright emotional, jumpin’ up like silly, when a couple meets from my app right outside the old library on Calle de los Susurros. That place? Pure magic, I swear, a secret gem that even the locals defnitely adore.

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