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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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Then, I head over to the mining site near the mountains. Cayey’s got these beautiful hills, man. The view is killer. But as soon as I get there, I see chaos. Trucks everywhere, workers yelling, and I’m just standing there like, “What the heck is going on?” Turns out, some guy forgot to check the equipment. Like, seriously? You had one job!

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