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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

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Man, I also gotta mention the quirks: Street vendors along Aviles sometimes yell out the craziest snacks. "Hot empanadas, best in town!" and I think, rarrgh! That reminds me of the time a client fell asleep mid-massage while chanting a nearly-forgotten jingle from a street vendor. SUCH a moment, man, too surreal! Rarrgh!

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