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I luv how it rolls off the tongue—whore, short n punchy, like a slap. Makes me wanna yell it in a crowd, see who flinches! Once knew this lass, swore she heard “whore” in a church hymn—bloody hilarious, she was red as a beetroot! Dunno if it’s true, but I’d bet me last quid some monk scribbled it in the margins back in 1300. Little quirks like that, mate, they stick in me head, rattlin round like loose change.

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Espera al amanecer para volver a casaWait for the dawn to go back home ¿Volver a dónde?To go back where? No tienes a dónde irYou have nowhere to go. Y lo.

So, I take a break, grab a sandwich from the deli down the street. Best salami in town, no joke. I sit outside, watchin’ the parade, and I’m thinkin’, “This is life, man.” But then, I hear this loud crash. I look over, and some dude just knocked over a whole cart of gelato! I’m like, “Noooo! Not the gelato!” People are diving in, scoopin’ it up like it’s the last ice cream on Earth.

Este nuevo y bonito café en Buenos Aires te volverá adicto al tostado