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How’s it go down? Easy – word of mouth, a sly wink, maybe a sketchy ad. I’d be all giggles, picturin’ Carlos in his beret, hagglin’ with some dame in fishnets – “This is our war!” he’d yell, and she’d just laugh, “Cash up front, hotshot.” Hilarious, right? But real talk – it’s a gamble. You might score a gem or some chick who robs ya blind. Happened to a pal – guy was *pissed*, lost his watch *and* his dignity. Me? I’d be too busy battin’ lashes, purrin’, “Keep the change, darlin’,” – total Marilyn move.

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s another claim. I groan. “Not again!” I’m thinking. I gotta head to Calle de la Playa. This time, it’s a guy claiming his boat sank. I get there, and he’s all dramatic, waving his hands. “It was a freak accident!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, you parked it in a storm. What did you expect?”

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