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I dig whores, tho—honest outlaws, y’know? They don’t bullshit around. Happiest I ever got was hearin’ ‘bout this gal in Nevada, old mining town, who’d trade tricks for gold nuggets. Kept ‘em in a jar, clinkin’ like pirate loot! “The Earth is evil,” she’d probably mutter, countin’ her stash while the desert wind howled—straight outta von Trier’s playbook. Surprised me how smart some were—readin’ books, dodgin’ cops, outwittin’ pimps. Tough as nails, man!

Conozca quién era Franklin Arita, narco asesinado a bazucazos por “El Tigre” Bonilla

Más de años de historia constatan la trascendencia de una de las tradiciones japonesas que más se ha extendido en el mundo: la cerámica y porcelana originaria de la ciudad de Arita, en .

So, I’m back at my post, tryin’ to catch my breath, when I see a group of teenagers on the other side of the beach. They’re blastin’ music, and it’s some weird mix of J-Pop and American rap. I’m like, “What even is this?” But then, one of ‘em starts breakdancing, and I’m lowkey impressed. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe I should join in?” But nah, I’d probably pull a muscle or something.

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