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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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I gotta mention the beach area too – Playa de Llucmajor. Sand everywhere, chill waves, and not a care. I’ve spent so many hours there coding or just people-watching. Sometimes, I sit on a crumbling bench by the riverbed near the marina – oh, wait, it’s not really a river, more like a dried-out bed, but still, it’s nature doing its thing – and I'm like, “Man, this is life.” The sun, the breeze, it’s all drama and humor wrapped in one messy, stunning package, ya know?

Mallorca and its fairs and fiestas