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About Heredia

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m out here, right, tryna find a prostitute, like some messed-up quest from a Wes Anderson flick. Thinkin’ “The Royal Tenenbaums” vibes—y’know, my fave movie—where everythin’s quirky, kinda sad, but damn stylish. Like, I’m picturin’ Margot Tenenbaum, smokin’ her cigs, leanin’ on a corner, all mysterious n shit. “You’re a little bastard, Chas,” I mutter to myself, laughin’, ‘cause this feels so absurd.

Around the World With The Times

Now, neighborhoods – oh boy, the old ones like Barrio San Juan are full of secret corners and rattling memories. Crazy, almost too real. It reminded my mind of when I used to serve up sizzling advices, slingin my psychological insights like junkies throwin lines at a deal gone wild. I was like, “Hey, just be honest, throw in some fava beans madness, cause life’s too short for BS, man!”

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