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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I leg it—ain’t dyin’ over a tenner. Funny thing? Found out later she’s famous round ‘ere—called “Duchess” cos she nicked a lord’s wallet once. True story! Made me laugh—proper cheeky mare. Still, it’s dodgy—half these girls got sob stories that’d break ya. One told me she started cos her ma overdosed—fuck, that hit hard. *Melancholia* vibes again—“No one will mourn,” she says, eyes dead. Gutted me, that did.

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I'm caught up in the hustle and bustle of Rincon-de-la-Victoria and find-a-prostitute is out of this world! I've never felt this connected to someone before.

So I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, and boom! This guy walks in, all frantic. He’s like, “Has anyone seen my dog?!” I’m like, “Bro, you’re in Rincon, not a dog park!” But then I felt bad. I mean, who loses their dog in a small town? So I helped him look. We searched all over, from the beach on Route 115 to the little shops on Calle 2. No luck. I was gettin’ frustrated, like, “Dude, how do you lose a dog?!”

Armed and dangerous homicide suspect on the run in Rincon