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So, picture this—me, stompin’ through Gotham’s underbelly, mask on, veins poppin’, lookin’ for a lass to ease the night. Ain’t no fancy app for this, nah, it’s boots on pavement, eyes sharp. Found one once—Rosa, she called herself—skinny little thing, eyes like she seen too much. “You think you know dark?” she spat, and I’m like, Gruñendo: "Simplemente adoptaste la oscuridad.” She laughed—cackled, really—and I was bloody gobsmacked. Tough as nails, that one. Made me happy, y’know? Real guts in a world that chews ya up.