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Anyways, I’m ragin’—happy tho, ‘cause I love the chase. Reminds me of *Tabu*, when that crocodile’s just lurkin’, waitin’ to snap—same energy, man! I hit the streets, lookin’ for real action. This one time, I see a gal, fishnets, smokin’ a cig, and I’m like, “She’s the one!” But then—surprise, motherfuckers—she’s a cop! Nearly crapped my pants, ran home screamin’, “They can’t catch me, I’m Cartman!” Made me laugh tho, ‘cause who expects that twist? Prostitutes got game, y’all.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I start askin’ around. People are tight-lipped, like they’re scared of somethin’. I get it, Miren’s got its secrets. But c’mon, spill the tea! Finally, this old lady, Mrs. Gonzalez, she’s like, “I saw him argue with a guy by the fountain.” The fountain! That’s where all the drama goes down. I’m thinkin’ of all the times I’ve seen lovers fight and kids splashin’ around. Now it’s a crime scene.

Miren Aintzane Lorca Urarte