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I reckon it’s like Adèle in the movie—“I missed you so much”—that ache when you’re huntin’ somethin’ you can’t quite grab. Got me all riled up once—thought I’d found a spot, but nope, just a bar with overpriced whiskey. Pissed me off! But then, this one time—hoo boy—found a gal, real pro, knew her stuff. Made me happy as a pig in mud. Little-known fact? Some pros in history—like, way back—were spies! Freaky, huh? Bet ya didn’t see that comin’.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

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But then, I get a call. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Mijo, you forgot to pick up the groceries!” I’m like, “Ugh, mom, I’m busy!” But you know how it is. Gotta love the mom guilt. So, I rush to the store on Calle Muñoz Rivera. I’m in and out, grabbing whatever I can. I’m still covered in clay, looking like a hot mess. People are staring. Whatever, I’m a potter, not a model!

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