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Weird thing—heard some pros in Vegas once used dice to pick clients. Roll a six, you’re in—roll a one, keep walkin’. Crazy, right? Surprised me—thought that was just movie shit. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s cool but guarded—like the village in *White Ribbon*, all secrets. “What’s your story?” I ask. “Ain’t got one,” she snaps. Fair enough—don’t we all hide stuff?

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In order to prevent any mishaps, to keep track of the tourists and for their security we encourage them to get their permit done through local travel agents.

Oh, and the local quirks! People argue, love hard and care deeper than a philosopher’s musings. I once saw a couple argue outside the Town Hall on Birch – hormones, or maybe just the cold? Yeah, it was wild. And I tbh, sometimes I just stroll without plan – muttering “¡Qué locura, qué pasión!” as I admire both nature and humanity.

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