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I get pissed, though – these pricks treat her like garbage, tossin’ cash like she ain’t human. “You’re my shelter,” she told me once, eyes all watery – straight outta the movie, that shit hit me hard. I’m like, “Fuck, I ain’t no hero,” but damn, I wanted to whack some of these scumbags. Happy? Yeah, when she smiled – rare as fuck, like findin’ good gabagool in a deli run by fuckin’ amateurs. Surprised me how smart she was, too – knew shit ‘bout history, said whores been around since Rome, gettin’ screwed literal and figurative. Fuckin’ wild, right?

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I get home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” I can’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow. Las Marías, you crazy, but I love you.

las marías house winds around profuse tree vegetation in cordoba city, argentina