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Oi, listen, her nails – fuckin’ talons, mate! Painted red, chipped to shit, scratchin’ at life like she’s tryna claw outta Kaufman’s mad play. “The end is built into the beginnin’!” – that’s her, born to flop, staggerin’ through the script. I’d tell her, “Pack it in, you daft bint!” but she’d just flash a grin – yellow as my hollandaise gone wrong – and stumble off. Proper character, though, gotta give her that. Idiot sandwich, sure, but she’s playin’ her part, ain’t she? Fuckin’ hell, what a world!

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I know I’m going off on tangents. Idk, maybe it's the late night or too much vino, but this city is bursting with wild, unexpected love stories at every corner. Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm in a Wes Anderson flick myself—quirky, unpredictable, full of weird beauty. So, if you’re ever in need of a good time or a scandalous story, Torre-del-Campo (es) is your go-to.

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