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She’s a looker, this one—legs for days, eyes that cut ya deep. Reminds me of that line, “Ye see yerself as a hunter?” She’s huntin too, but it’s punters, not prey. Saw her last night, leanin on a lamppost, fag hangin from her lips. Made me bloody angry—why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s gone mad, innit? But then she smirked, and I was like—damn, she’s got guts. Happy for her, in a weird way. Takes balls to strut like that.

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As the sun starts to set, I make my way to Calle 3 for some street food. I grab some alcapurrias, and they’re heavenly. I’m munching away, feeling like a king. But then, I see a guy trying to sell me a “magic” bracelet. I’m like, “C’mon, man. I’m not falling for that.” But he’s persistent. I just walk away, shaking my head.

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