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Once, this tart comes home limpin’, right? Leg’s all fucked—thought she’d been hit by a car. I’m losin’ my mind, heart’s poundin’, “You daft cow, what’ve you done?!” Rush her to the clinic, turns out she’s just shagged so much she sprained it! Vet mate says, “Gordon, your cat’s a slag!” Fuckin’ fumin’—but also, respect, ya know? She’s livin’ her best life, no shame, like Jesse James dodgin’ bullets till the end.

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First off, I hit the streets of Ciales, and lemme tell ya, Calle San Juan was buzzing. Like, people everywhere, cars honking, and the smell of fried empanadas wafting through the air. I could practically taste them. But I had a meeting at the Centro de Culturales, so I had to resist. Ugh, the struggle is real!

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