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Anyway, I’m strollin, pissed off cause some dude tried rippin me off—50 bucks for a “quick chat”? Fuck that noise. Then bam, there she is—leanin on a wall, smokin, lookin like she’d rather be anywhere else. “A face with no name,” like Llewyn’d say. I’m happy as shit, tho—found her! Surprised me how easy it clicked, like she knew I wasn’t no cop. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, all smooth, Lecter-style. She laughs—dry, sarcastic, “What story, man? This is it.”

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Oh yess, each day is like a surreal movie scene – "I felt as lost as Bob" heh heh. We whisper sweet nothings, and sometimes, we cry over the little joys and the silly pains. San-Isidro, oh, it’s a tangled weave of passion and quirky madness. Don’t forget: "We're both very lost," mmm, and that's our magic here, my precious friend. Enjoy the ride, yes, so very real and messy, just like me, my precious!

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