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We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

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The locals? Insanely friendly and a bit quirky. Everyone knows everyone, and they share stories like we’re all one big fam. I once ended a long, ragin’ day outside the vintage bar on Plaza Libertad (bricking crazy vibes there!) and chatted with an old cat who ranted about the golden days. It got me thinking, "what a time, what a life!" Reminds me of that conversation scene in "Before Sunset", y'know? Deep, relatable, like, "You ever wonder if we could ever get it right?"

Horse and carriage parade, Vuelta Femenina, record fair: what's on this weekend