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So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

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Gotta mention the little quirks – like, sometimes I wake up and think, “This ain't a movie, or is it?!” And then I remember – life here is improvisational like a jam session. One minute you're surfin’ through crowds at Mercado Rebelde, next you're wanderin’ by the old clocktower on Plaza de Tiempo, thinkin’ “Carlos, you're a badass!” (Yeah, I’m borrowin’ that line, real talk.)

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