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Mate, I’m buzzin’ when it works smooth. Like, you suss out the signals—short skirt, dodgy wink. Easy peasy. But when some twat tries rippin’ you off? Fumin’! This one time, bloke says, “She’s top-notch!” Looked like a troll, swear down. “You call that quality, you muppet?!” Nearly lamped him—waste of fuckin’ time.

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We start at Calle Madrid. It's buzzing, full of life. I pass by Plaza de San Andrés. Each brick speaks sagas. Walking these streets, I sometimes recall the tender shmancy vibes of "Tropical Malady" – all its wild, surreal wonder, like nature’s whispers in a jungle of concrete. "The river of life flows endlessly," I mutter, echoing Apichatpong’s mystique.

Third division Alcorcon ridicules Real Madrid