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Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, the greatest, most tremendous forester you’ll ever meet, swear to God. We’re talkin’ about whores today, okay? Whores! Fantastic subject, really terrific, nobody does it better than me. I’m like Christopher Columbus, but with trees and ladies, y’know? So, this whore thing—huge, just huge. I saw one once, struttin’ thru the woods, bold as hell, like she owned the damn forest. Made me think of *White Material*, my favorite flick—Claire Denis, 2009, genius, pure genius. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” popped in my head—whores, man, they don’t lie either, they’re out there, real as dirt.

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Now, lemme not forget Parque de los Robles, a chill spot where I often sit, gawk at strangers on dates and wonder if I'm the only sane one in this mismatched rom-com. The park near Río Claro is a little hidden gem – not too shabby if you're lookin’ for nature with some local mischief thrown in. Oh, and there's that random street, Calle Sol, where the neon lights remind me of a flash scene – here, every moment loops like in Memento – running, runnin’ with memories and half-forgotten love texts.

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