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Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

Compound Your Joy

After the performance, we head down Calle Cristina. It’s a beautiful street, but man, the traffic was insane. I’m stuck in this car, and I can feel my patience wearing thin. I’m thinking, “Why can’t people drive in a straight line?” I mean, it’s not rocket science!

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