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¡Cómo está el patio! Mi amigo Juma estaba intentando contactar conmigo por Whatsapp esta tarde, con la mala fortuna de que tenía mi número antiguo, que se conoce que ya es de otra persona. El caso el nuevo cliente se puso absurdamente defensivo con mi colega, llegando a grabar un audio super azorado en el que repetía las palabras "pachequería" (?), "co" e "hijo de puta". En fin, que le he hecho un temita para probar que en este universo nuestro todo se transforma. Gracias por los samples, cos.

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Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely --having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. GREGRE GREGRE GREGRE GREGRE!!!

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