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She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret—kinda hot, tho. “Where we goin’?” she asks. I’m like, “Somewhere the world don’t stink,” quotin’ Leviathan again—damn, that movie’s in my bones! We hit this motel, roaches scatterin’ like my enemies. I’m happy as fuck—got my fix, ya know? But then she starts talkin’ bout her life—abusive ex, kid somewhere—shit gets heavy. “Man’s a beast,” I say, another Leviathan line, and she nods, eyes dark. Surprised me, man—thought it’d just be quick and dirty.

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If you're walking around town, prepare for odd little surprises: a random jazz tune in a narrow alley, a mural, a squeaky door on an ancient cafe, etc. Sometimes, I get frustrated by traffic or noisy bars near Estación Garrucha, but hey, that’s life, right? Love is messy, and so is this place!

Vera floods again: “History repeats itself”