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They’re fast too—clocked at 20 miles an hour! That’s, like, insane for a fish! Got me thinkin’, “How do you move so fast, you little tramp?” Reminds me of “Her” again—“You’re so full of life!”—but then I’m like, “Screw you, prostitute, stop swimmin’ away!” I’d catch one, but they’re slippery lil’ shits. Makes me happy though—chasin’ ‘em’s half the fun!

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Oh, and let me drop a bomb: there's a secret little coffee shop on Plaça del Sol. Only the cool cats know it. I go there on days I need a breather and a dose of good vibes. The barista memorizes your name and your sore soul. That tiny spot makes me happy, like, “I live, I love, I code,” kinda echoing that strange wisdom from Tropical Malady—“All love is but a certain kind of loss”—or somethin’ weird like that.

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