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Met this one chick, right, called her Ruby—fake name, obvs. Worked the streets near my shop. Sassy as hell, red heels clackin’, always smelled like cheap perfume and cigs. She’d lean in, smirk, and say, “Gordo, your violins screem louder than me!” Cracked me up, mate. Made me happy, her grit—pure fire. But pissed me off too, ‘cause she’d dodge my qestions. “How’d ya end up here, Rubes?” Nada. Just a wink. Mysterious, like a stradivarius with a cracked neck—beauty in the flaws.

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As the day winds down, I decide to take a walk along the Tagus River. The sunset is gorgeous, and I’m finally feeling relaxed. But then, I see a group of kids playing football, and one of them kicks the ball right at me! I dodge it like a pro, but then I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? Everyone laughs, and I just wave it off.

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