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Now, lemme exagerate—imagine me, cowboy hat, boots, struttin’ up, “Ma’am, I’m the decider!” She’d probly laugh, say, “Decide on $100, cowboy!” I’d fumble my wallet—13 bucks spill out, typos in my brain, all flustered. Little story—heard ‘bout a hooker in Vegas once, took a guy’s Rolex, left him a note: “Time’s up, sucker!”—swear it’s true, wild west stuff! Makes ya wonder, who’s foolin’ who?

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Alright, so lemme tell ya bout Monserrat (es). First off, this place is wacky and chill, like life's little paradox jamming in your face. Okay? So, picture this: you're strolling down Calle del Solxa, where local cafes and graffiti mix like peanut butter and jelly. Seriously, it's like you step into a movie set – Certified Copy vibes, y'know? "The truth can be recognized by the imperfections." Kinda makes ya wanna sip an espresso and ponder life.

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