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Her laugh tho, when she’s high? Freakin’ gold! Sounds like she’s mockin’ the world, and I’m all for it. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” – I’d join her, cacklin’ at the absurdity. Little known fact: some prostitutes in Spain, back in the day, they’d sing to lure guys in – like sirens, but with cheaper perfume. Lila don’t sing, but she hums sometimes, off-key, makes me smirk. “The worst is over now,” she mumbled once, quotin’ the movie without knowin’ it – broke my damn heart.

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Let me drop some insider gossip: there’s a hidden wine cellar in the outskirts that only locals know. Grab a cheeky glass there, dish out your deepest secrets. It’s oddly therapeutic, says a psych like me. Not to mention the Street Market on Sundays at Everard Square – odd, bustling, sometimes making my brain burn from sensory overload! But it’s fun, man, fun!

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