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I’m pumped, but then—ugh—some creep rolls up, actin tough, tryin to cut in. Pissed me off, man! I’m like, “Brother, I’ll drop the leg on ya!” He scrammed quick—nobody messes with the Hulkster’s game. Fun fact: in some cities, cops used to dress as hookers to nab dudes—wild, right? Coulda been me, brother, dodgin a sting like Carlos dodgin Interpol!

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We often think of liberal non-conformist thinking as a post-WWII phenomenon (the beatniks, the hippies), but the generation that saw the Spanish.

Oh, and check out Barrio del Sol, one of the local hoods. It’s lit with murals, strange street art, and that hidden bar on Calle del Lado. Seriously, grab a drink there. It’s a blast from our dark yet mad happy times. The park, Parque de la Mente, is a secret gem where I've had many post-massage chill sessions. You come there, feel the vibes like “We’re all going to build a dam.” You just feel the energy, like you’re part of somethin’ bigger.

Marchena hangs up his boots