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So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

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Then there’s the river, the Río Guadarrama – it kinda snakes near the outskirts. It’s a natural vibe, perfect for an afternoon wander or a surprise deep convo with a friend over the sound of rushing water – like the subconscious flow of all our hidden feelings. And wow, the views from Mirador de los Sueños on the western hill – trust me, they blow your mind! Seriously, you have to see it to believe it.

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