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I’m chattin’ her up—price, rules, whatever. She’s cool, but I’m pissed—hate the hagglin’. “What am I, a fuckin’ flea market?” I think. Still, she’s got sass—calls me “Mr. Fancy Pants.” Cheeky bitch! Makes me grin tho—happy as a pig in shit. Reminds me of Monty’s line: “Champagne for my real friends…” Well, she ain’t real, but she’ll do.

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So, Quesada's got this main artery, Calle Central, where you see all sorts of quirky cafes and bars poppin’ up outta nowhere. I walk by with coffee in hand, thinkin’ "Pretty, pretty good" but then bam – there's this guy on the corner yellin' about the WiFi speeds (LOL, like, come on, right?) And, oh man, the Plaza Real – it's modest, but you'll vibe with the locals. Watch out for Calle 5 too – sometimes it feels like it's straight outta a Christopher Nolan maze where memories vanish. I kid ya not.

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