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Heard a tale—some gal in France, 1800s, worked the streets but secretly wrote poems. Poems! Can ya believe it? Hid ‘em under her mattress, probs got stepped on by sweaty boots. Sad, that. Gets me all weepy, thinkin’ she had dreams, y’know? “They’re all animals,” Grace’d say in *Dogville*, and yeah, some johns are—grubby, grabby paws, ugh! Makes me wanna spit!

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Pego: Shapo! Sets got in his car and left. Pego and junior went inside the house. Amo: Mama what is a whore? Pego: Heela where did you hear that? Ao: Rakgadi.

I gots obsessed with small cafes near Plaza de la Peña. Their coffee's bomb. I’m always buzzin' about that place. It’s raw: feel the heartbeat of PPego in every sip, every casual nod. I recall one evening, lost in thought, thinkin' "We shall fight on the beaches, in the fields, the streets, and in every chat message!" Talk 'bout epic!

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