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Heya, pal! Manic laughter rips through—why so serious? So, I’m a musician, right? Strummin’ chaos, bangin’ keys like a madman. Let’s talk prostitute—yeah, that ol’ riff. Not the song, the life! Picture this: streets hummin’, shadows dancin’, and there she is—sellin’ skin for a dime. Reminds me of my fave flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That slow burn, that betrayal—prostitute’s got it too, y’know?

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So, I head to the arena, and let me tell you, the energy is insane. People are yellin’, music’s blastin’, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool. I’m backstage, and my heart’s racin’. I can hear the crowd chantin’ my name. “Matador! Matador!” It’s wild. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar, but also like I might throw up.

Photos: Segura, Calderon Reunion at Guaynabo Workout