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I dig Ana, tho. She’s sharp—sees through bullshit faster than I do. Reminds me of that scene where Otilia’s hagglin’ with the abortion guy. “How much?” she snaps, all business. Ana’s the same— “Cash upfront, asshole,” she’d say. No fluff, no fakes. Makes me happy, y’know? Real people in a fake-ass world. But then I get mad—why’s she gotta do this? System’s rigged, man. She’s stuck, like Gabita, waitin’ for someone to save her. Spoiler: no one does.

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After that, we hit the road again. I’m thinkin’, “Okay, maybe this’ll get better.” We drive past the Xizhi Night Market, and I’m like, “Dude, we gotta stop for some stinky tofu after this!” Timmy’s like, “What’s that?” I’m like, “You’ve never had stinky tofu? You’re missing out!”

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