Huevos revueltos - tortura de pelotas por la diosa

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I look down at the two ugly eggs in front of me. With a determined gaze, I raise my fist above them. In swift motions and kicks, I bring it down, cracking the shells with a satisfying crunch. The raw eggs spill onto the pan, their yolks gleaming under the light. I'm ready to transform them into a delicious scramble.