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Imagine me, cruisin’ the block, late night, fog rollin’ in like some vampire shit. I’m tryna find a prostitute, right? Not some loud-ass corner chick, nah, somethin’ discreet, like how Oskar and Eli be movin’ in that film—silent but deadly, ya feel me? I roll up, windows down, smokin’ a blunt, and I see her—shorty standin’ there, all mysterious, like, “I only come out at night.” I’m like, damn, she got that *Let the Right One In* energy, yo!

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Now, I never skip a chance to drop by the weekly market in Barrio de Vecindario. It's mad – stalls with fresh local fish, spicy chorizo – and the banter? Pure gold. I remember one time I got into a cheeky squabble with a vendor who claimed their chorizo was “divinely cured”—fuckin’ hilarious, really. It’s all part of the daily circus.

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