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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Fucking real sister

Yo, what's up, babe! Inca is wild, no joke. It’s bad bitch o’clock, honey! I'm that sexologist trippin’ here in Inca, and lemme spill the tea. So, Inca's streets are poppin’—Street de la Libertad hits different when night falls, ya know? The local vibe? Electric, raw, and full of surprises.

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