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Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

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Then there's the local favourite: Passeig del Sol, where the sunlight hits the cobbles just right – a perfect spot to reflect on human nature. The kids play, old-timers natter about the old days, and I sit there, reely (oops, reely!) pondering human quirks. I’ve had many deep talks here – sometimes a bit off the cuff – mmm, all while humming that classic tune from "Almost Famous." It’s like living in a movie, man.

Figure 7: Spongework microforms in Cova des Coll (Felanitx). They are...