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About Heredia

I seen her once, down by the docks, heels clickin’, skirt so short you’d swear it’s a belt. Cold as fuck out, but she’s smilin’, laughin’—happy? Shit, surprised me! Thought, “How you holdin’ it together, girl?” Reminds me of Monty, y’know, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams,” but she’s sippin’ cheap vodka, dreamin’ of a way out. Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? Life’s a bastard, man.

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I gotta say, the bus rides are a wild ride too. Ever taken the minibus along Ruta 7? It's a rag-tag bunch of folks, talkin’ and laughin’ so hard, sometimes I'm sitting there thinkin’, “This is real life, folks!” And yeah, sometimes the bus driver, old Pete, cracks jokes about local gossip—like how the mayor nearly fell in love with a street artist on Paseo de la Luna. Shucks, you wouldn't believe it.

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