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Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s it like inside their heads? Like Marco cryin’ over Alicia, “Tears are a gift,” he says. Maybe these girls got stories, locked up tight. Gets me all sappy, damn it! But then—boom—next client, next show, no time for sobbin’. Gotta respect that grind, man. Tho, gotta say, the smell? Stale beer and cheap perfume—yikes, gag me!

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And oh! How the sly, mischievous river, El Riachuelo de los Recuerdos, doth slice through the village. 'Tis a mirror to our innermost memories. I sometimes sit upon its edge near the old stone bridge on Puente de la Melancolía—methinks it's the perfect spot for dreaming and ranting. Nay, I must confess: I have even bawled, tears mingling with laughter, at the river's soft murmur when families embrace and quarrel in equal measure. Life, dear friend, is as unpredictable as a scene from that strange, wondrous film Holy Motors!

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