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ALiñares the revolving doors swirled it from the City Council of Lugo (we are in the Orozquiano cycle) to the Miño-Sil Hydrographic Confederation first and then to Trullo. On the way he got the Pokemon, which is not properly a legal case but a story full of young ladies, cubatas, envelopes, hand contracts and quinquis with glitter. As a journalistic character (let alone literary), Liñares fits little. And for the rest, for a long time the political census has been overflowing with mediocrity, as mediocre as whore, and Liñares must be settled in that dump, far removed from the great aristocratic delinquency. A gañán come to more, enlisted in the PSOE as he could be in any other shed that suffers from
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