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Here’s a lil’ secret, tho—prostitutes got networks, man. They talk. Word spreads fast if you’re a creep or a saint. Back in ‘98, my boy Tony—he’s a loudmouth—pissed one off. Next day? Every girl in a five-mile radius iced him out. Hilarious, motherfucker! Had me laughin’ ‘til I damn near cried. “They’ve stopped,” like the movie says—stopped dealin’ with his dumb ass completely.

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Let me tell you, there have been days where the city got on my nerves. Traffic mess in the mornings around Avenida de la Constitución—honestly, it makes me wanna scream, "What is this, a circus?!" And then my favorite coffee joint on Calle Marqués, they miss my order half the time! I mean, c'mon already, get it right, right? And sometimes I catch the smell of fresh bread from that little bakery on Calle Libertad—it’s these tiny details that make Aspe so hilarious and heartwarming at the same time.

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