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Here’s a kicker—did ya know back in the ‘20s, whores ran speakeasies? True story! Bootleggin’ gin, screwin’ gangsters, livin’ like kings—or queens, I guess. Blows my mind! Candy’s got that in her blood, I bet. She’s slingin’ sass, takin’ names, and I’m over here like, “Sir, floor 12?” Pathetic! I wanna yell, “Gimme the hookers, the blow, the millions!” like Leo does, but nah, I just smile and nod. Infuriating!

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Casa Marmolejo es un restaurante lleno sabor con exquisita Mixología con una hermosa vista.

oh, and you gotta see Parque del Río. there's a mouthwatering river that glints under the sun. i even did a run, almost got lost thinkin’ about how every ripple tells a secret of the town. i remember one freezing morning; the river mist hung low and everything felt epic. “I’m in your head now, boy!” i swear, just like in there will be blood!

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