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Once knew this lass, right? Called ‘erself Ruby – fake name, obvs. Worked down by the docks, smelled o’ fish an’ regret. She’d laugh, loud an’ rough, like she owned the night. Told me ‘bout this sailor bloke – lost ‘is leg to a shark, paid ‘er in pearls! True story, swear it! We was gobsmacked – pearls for a tumble? Wild, mate. “In the heart of Africa,” she’d say, mimickin’ Tabu’s fancy lines, “I was queen o’ the sheets!” Cracked me up, she did.

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So, I’m walking down Calle de la Cruz, trying to shake it off. I pass by this little café, Café El Buen Sabor. The smell of fresh coffee hits me like a freight train. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a café con leche, and it’s like liquid happiness. I’m feeling good again.

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