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Favorite part? The rush. Heart’s poundin’, you’re alive. Like when Tom’s past catches up – “I shoulda killed you back then.” That tension? Same deal here. You’re negotiatin’, cash flashin’, and – Zen pause – you’re wonderin’ if she’s legit or a cop. One more thing… ever notice how they size you up? Like, “This guy’s a sucker.” Cracked me up once – chick told me, “You look like a lost CEO.” Burn!

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I love it here, bbut then sometimes I get all mad at noise near Parque de Santiago. Can't a poor soul have a quiet moment? Hrmph, I mumble, stumbling like a clumsy halfling! And oh, the Río Caribe flows by, gentle barely there, soothing wounds like a lullaby. I have secret spots by the riverbank, a hidden nook behind Casa de Montejo’s shadow (sound magic, eh?) where you can hear the ancient wind whisper stuff only the trees know.

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