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Anyways, I’m strollin’, tryna play it cool. Heart’s racin’—part excited, part “what am I doin’?” Then this dude—total creep—yells, “Hey, greenie, she’s mine!” Made me mad as heck! I’m like, “Back off, pal, I ain’t no coward!” Felt like Bob Ford sneakin’ around Jesse’s house, all tense. “I can’t hardly breathe,” I mutter, quotin’ the movie.

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So, I hit the streets of Aguada, feeling all pumped. First stop? La Playa de Aguada. The sun was shining, waves crashing, and I was ready to soak it all in. But then, bam! I step on a jellyfish. Like, seriously? Who puts jellyfish on the beach? I was hopping around like a crazy person, yelling, “What the heck?!”

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