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So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

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I love taking long walks near the Centro de Interpretación, though he's a real pain with his pretentious guide vibes. I've seen enough fancy tour groups to last a lifetime. And while we're on the topic of drama, let me tell ya—the local tapas bars near Plaza de Toros are bloody brilliant. They serve the best jamón, and the locals gossip like they’re in a never-ending gossip show. Makes me wanna stay put forever, if only I wasn’t the spa owner cleaning up after every bloody human being.

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