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So I roll up, all swagger, flexin’ a bit—gotta look the part, ya know? This one chick, she’s sassy, all “What you want, big man?” I’m like, “Just chattin’, baby, keep it cool.” She laughs, says she’s seen worse than me. Worse than The Rock?! That’s a gut punch, but I dig it—spunk’s rare out here. Reminds me of that movie line, “Everything’s gone, nothin’ left.” She’s still standin’, though—tough as nails.

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I remember one night—haha, silly night—where I got mad at a noisy street band near Plaza de la Cultura because they ruined my moment of quiet introspection. Yet, even that, oh sweet irony, made me appreciate how every note of noise is part of this city's symphony.

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