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So, picture this—I’m strollin’ down some grimy street, neon lights flickerin’ like they’re tryna tell me somethin’. I see her, leanin’ against a wall, all sass and smoke. Reminds me of that scene where Brandon’s just starin’ at the girl on the subway—*“I find you unbearable”* vibes, but flipped. She’s got that look, ya know, the one that says, “I’ve seen it all, kid.” Makes me laugh, ‘cause I’m thinkin’, “Sister, I ate his liver with fava beans—I’ve seen worse.”

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We get to the plaza, and it’s packed! Music blasting, people dancing, food stalls everywhere. I’m talkin’ about lechón, tostones, the whole shebang. My stomach’s growling like a beast. I grab a plate of lechón, and it’s like heaven on a fork. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this old lady selling handmade pottery. I’m like, “Whoa, that’s my competition!” But her stuff is dope. I gotta give her props.

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