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Here’s the kicker—she collects bottle caps. Weird, right? Says they’re “tiny crowns.” I’m like, *girl, you’re wild*. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe she’s got a throne of ‘em somewhere, rulin’ the night. Makes me wonder—what’s her story, y’know? Before the streets. Before the “sins of the fathers” shit Haneke loves.

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Le terme cocotte désigne péjorativement en France, sous le Second Empire et pendant la Belle Époque, une femme qui vit de services sexuels rémunérés, mais qui n'est pas ou plus .

I decide to hit up the local market on Calle 2. It’s a vibe, man. Fresh fruits, handmade crafts, and the smell of street food everywhere. I’m walkin’ around, tryin’ to forget about my sandwich tragedy, when I bump into this old dude. He’s sellin’ coconuts, and I’m like, “Why not?” I grab one, and he hands me a machete. I’m thinkin’, “What am I supposed to do with this?” But hey, I’m a sailor, I can handle it.

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