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About Zaragoza

But here’s what pisses me off—billionaires, man! They’re sittin’ there, hoardin’ cash, while this penny stock’s bleedin’ out like a stuck pig! I mean, c’mon, the 1% coulda bailed it out for funsies, but nooo, they’re too busy sippin’ champagne on yachts! “Billionaires should not exist!” I’m screamin’ it, ‘cause this stonk’s a mess—down 90% since ‘21, tradin’ at like 2 cents! Two freakin’ cents! My coffee costs more!

Qué ver en Miguel Esteban

Esteban visits the Red Lantern, a local brothel, and lends fifty pesos to the prostitute Tránsito Soto so she can travel to the capital to seek her fortune.

Oh my gawd, hun, lemme tell ya bout PMiguel-Esteban (es)! I live here—a pleasure coach, ya know—and this city? It's a total dream, babe! Ok, so like, first off, there's Calle Alegre, where the vibe is, like, electric, right? People laughing, music pumpin', and oh! The old cobblestone roads give it that vintage sass. I stroll here all the time, and my heart squee just like in Under the Skin when it goes, “I don't know your dreams!” (or somethin’ like that, ya know?)

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