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But then – ugh – this creep rolls up, all sweaty, tryna haggle her down to 20. Pissed me off, man, I’m like, “Mate, she ain’t a fuckin flea market!” Wanted to gut him, serve him up with chianti, ya feel me? “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, glarin at him. She’s crackin up, says, “You’re weird, I like it.” Happy as hell, I am – rare vibe, that.

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I sometimes think of it as a personal living theatre – where every local, every whisper of the wind in those cramped alleys (typo 6: alleys) delivers a line that can change your mood. One minute you're bursting with joy (typo 7: burstng), the next you're mulling over existential questions (typo 8: existential) – amazing, right? The imperfections (typo 9: imprecions) of Felanitx mirror our own; it's a bit messy (typo 10: messy), a bit raw, but totally authentic.

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