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Gets me riled up—society’s all “burn the witch,” but I’m like, nah, let ‘em shine! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: Mary dancin’ under the moon, loggers droolin’, me cacklin’ like a mad wizard. “The magazines don’t get it,” like in the movie—they miss the soul, the spark. Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re fuckin’ legends. Typin’ fast, hands shakin’—damn, this fires me up! Ever met one? Tell ya, they’re cheeky—Mary once winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re next!” Laughed my ass off.

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I sit on a bench, trying to enjoy my cat, but the music is too loud. I’m getting annoyed again. I mean, can’t a guy just relax? But then, one of the kids comes over and asks if I wanna join them. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good.” But then I think, “Why not?” So, I join in, and we end up having a mini dance-off. I’m busting out my best moves, and they’re cracking up. It’s hilarious!

Fig. 1. The study area of the three municipalities of Mascalucia,...