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I'm doing my best lost puppy face.
- Hi - he releases the hood of the car, making a loud noise, which is softened by the sound playing outside - I am Dionísio. I can see you stomping around the Bronx chasing your man, and honestly, I don't care. You know he's probably fucking another woman.
I widen my eyes. First, Dionysus, as the god of wine? Second, is this what women expect from their husbands here? Because if so, it's exactly the same as politics. And, third but not least, my man?
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