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Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

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I'd read somewhere a long time ago that apparently there were Indian prostitutes hired specifically to serve British soldiers during colonial India. Is that.

Honestly, strollin’ down Corrde Avenue (yeah, sorry if I slippd up—typo!), the vibe is electric but laid-back. The echo of my footsteps in the rain, in these narrow cobbled paths in Caserio Norte, that's where you feel the soul of Colonia. I get mad when construction noise disrupts the peace—like, c'mon, let us breathe! But then, you're hit by the laugh of a child playin’ in Plaza Alegre, and it makes my day, every single time.

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