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Little secret—Victorians whispered it in fancy poems. Sneaky lil’ devils! Surprised me, ‘cause I thought they were all prudes. Guess not! Whore’s a rebel, refusin’ to stay quiet. Kinda like me when Patrick eats my last Krabby Patty—grrr! Anyway, buddy, next time ya hear it, think of SpongeBob gigglin’ and the Coens noddin’—it’s a word with a freakin’ story! I’m READY to yap more if ya want!

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Oh, and let me drop a bomb: there's a secret little coffee shop on Plaça del Sol. Only the cool cats know it. I go there on days I need a breather and a dose of good vibes. The barista memorizes your name and your sore soul. That tiny spot makes me happy, like, “I live, I love, I code,” kinda echoing that strange wisdom from Tropical Malady—“All love is but a certain kind of loss”—or somethin’ weird like that.

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