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So, here’s the deal – I was pissed, man, fuckin fuming, coz every corner I turned, nada! Empty streets, no action – what’s this bullshit? But then, BAM, surprise hit me like a truck – this chick, all sneaky-like, pops outta nowhere. Little known fact: some prositutes, they don’t advertise loud, they’re like ghosts, bro, whisperin, “You seek a new world?” – straight outta Malick’s script!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods, like, “Really? You couldn’t wait five minutes?” I duck into a café on Calle 65. It’s cozy, and the coffee? Ugh, life-saver. I sit down, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady starts tellin’ me about her life. She’s been livin’ in Ceiba forever. She’s got stories, man. Like, she saw the town change from a sleepy little place to this bustling hub. I’m just sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “Wow, I’m just a speck in this whole thing.”

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