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I’m pokin’ through claims—slipped discs, “emotional distress,” ha! One guy says he “fell” into a happy ending—buddy, gimme a break. Reminds me of *Leviathan*— “You’re a worm, Kolia, a nobody!”—these rich jerks think they’re untouchable, runnin’ these parlors like kings. I’m happy diggin’ up dirt, though—caught one owner with 12 shell companies, hidin’ cash like a rat. Surprised me how deep it goes—cops lookin’ the other way, payoffs galore. Pisses me off!

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After that chaos, I decided to stroll down Avenida de la Constitución. The sun was shining, and the vibe was good. I was feeling it, you know? But then, outta nowhere, I see this guy trying to sell coconuts. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not even noon!” But he’s all about that coconut life. I respect the hustle, but man, it was just too much.

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