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About Carolina

First off, I’m pissed—why’s it gotta be so shady? Dudes in sketchy corners, whisperin’ like they got secrets. I’m like, “Man, speak up!” Reminds me of that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round, spillin’ her guts. “You’re not alone,” she says in the movie—ha! Tell that to me, sweatin’ bullets, dodgin’ cops. Little known fact, bro—back in the 90s, some spots had “prostitute maps” floatin’ round. Underground shit, like treasure hunts for horn-dogs. Wild, right?

Is this the class I am required to take?

As the sun started to set, I walked down Calle de la Cruz. The sky was lit up in pinks and oranges. It was beautiful, but I was still buzzing from the day. I thought about how Santa-Barbara (pr) is wild. One minute you’re eating breakfast, the next you’re in a parade, and then you’re saving a kid’s ice cream.

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