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Now, don’t get me wrong, sugar, I ain’t judgin’. Live and let live, I say! But I’m tickled pink imaginin’ her fishin’ with me—two gals, sittin’ pretty, waitin’ for a bite. Maybe she’d say, “I’m programmed for love!”—like them robots in the movie. I’d cackle, “Darlin’, I’m programmed for biscuits and gravy!” We’d laugh ‘til the cows come home. Surprised me how easy she chatted—none o’ that uppity nonsense. Just real, like me talkin’ to you now.

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Check it: I stroll down Calle San Martín — yep, that's the street buzzing with lively cafés and little shops. You even catch the glint of the river Butrón there sometimes—its flow like cosmic energy weaving its way through our busy souls. And OMG, the parks! I gotta rave about Parque de Aitor—it’s like a green pause button in life's chaos, with hidden benches and graffiti art that speaks episodes of human struggle and hope.

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