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I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Lars von Trier’s gloomy vibes—“Everything’s goin’ to hell!”—and here I am, chattin’ up some gal who prolly knows more tricks than Mr. Burns has tax evasions. Did ya know, back in old Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde? Weird, right? Stand out or somethin’. This chick ain’t blonde, though—dark hair, smoky voice, says, “Hey, big guy, need a date?” D’oh! I’m flattered, angry, scared—all at once! Marge’d kill me faster than that planet smashes Earth!

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I run a little massage parlor in the heart of Little Havana. Yep, right near Calle Ocho! Let me tell ya, being in this gig has opened me eyes – I see things others miss... the hushed sighs at Bayfront Park at dawn, the gentle murmur of the Miami River mixing with the city’s heartbeat. Yep, life here is like diving into the deep blue, like "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" – you know, that movie where words flutter and float. Veni, vidi, vici, my friend!

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