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Oh, and the johns? Losers in pickup trucks, honkin’ like it’s a damn parade. Hate ‘em most. One time, saw a guy hagglin’—$20 for a quickie. $20?! That’s a steak dinner, ya moron. Made me laugh, though—dark, twisted laugh. “That’s a mighty fine deal,” I mutter, sarcastic as hell, quotin’ Landa again. Anyway, if ya gotta find one, look for the fishnets, the lean, the wink. Can’t miss ‘em. Me? I’m out. Hate everything. Gimme a whiskey and leave me be.

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So, I grab my chorizo and head to the Parque de Rosalía de Castro. It’s a nice spot, perfect for chillin’. I plop down on a bench, take a bite, and it’s like a flavor bomb in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I notice this group of pigeons eyeing me. I swear, they were plotting. I toss a piece of chorizo, and it’s like I started a pigeon riot. They’re all flapping and squawking. I’m laughing so hard, people are staring.

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