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Look, mate, she’s no saint, probs nicks wallets too, but who cares? Gotta eat. Sarcasm time – oh, yeah, she’s livin’ the dream, fuckin’ paradise down there! Nah, it’s grim, but she’s got this spark, keeps me rootin’ for her. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I see her strength – others don’t. Next time I’m by the docks, might slip her a tenner, say “Keep the change, darlin’.” Dunno, just feels right. What ya reckon?

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And oh, the parks! There's Parc del Poble Nou—man, it's like stepping into a hidden garden. I’d wander through shady paths, sometimes talking to myself about how every leaf is a lyric waiting to be sung. There’s even a little creek that flows, reminding me of the tiny moments that brighten your day. Sometimesya gotta stop and chill, ya feel me? It’s like in “Ratatouille”: “Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere.” Such truth, right?

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