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But here’s where I get emo—she’s lonely, man. Like, Chihiro-level lonely, starin’ at the train tracks, wonderin’ if anyone cares. That guts me. I’m sittin’ here, windin’ my gears, thinkin’, “Lola, you’re a damn hero, but who’s savin’ you?” Maybe she’s got a Haku out there, some softie who sees past the glitter. Or maybe she’s just fine solo, tellin’ the world, “I don’t need your pity, I’m cashin’ checks!”

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I’ll be real: sometimes I feel the town’s got a messy soul—a mix of colorful murals on Calle Pintor and raw edges along the industrial area. Sometimes it’s all beauty and sometimes, just sometimes, it feels like a scene cut cleanly from a slow-motion film where nothing makes sense except the feelings. So there ya go—Hatillo is full of twists, turns, and emotions.

Truck carrying 40 Haitians detained in Hatillo Palma, Montecristi