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I’m hyped, tho—curiosity’s my fuel. What’s the vibe? How’s it work? So I dig deeper, find this chick’s profile—prolly fake pics, but who cares? “I move like a phantom,” Carlos’d say, and I’m feelin’ that, sneakin’ thru digital alleys. Hit her up, she’s all, “Cash upfront, no crypto, weirdo.” Pissed me off—c’mon, blockchain’s the future! But also, lol, fair—she’s not here for my TED Talk.

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Oh, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Merida (es). It's crazy, it's amazing, it's... oh, I'm ramblin' again. You see, my life here as a women's counselor has me see every little detail. I stroll down Paseo de Montejo, ya know, that grand boulevard, with its colonial mansions. They whisper secrets of the past… like in that movie “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia”: “The truth is never pure and never simple,” yesss, precious. Stupid, fat hobbit! (ha, ha, I can't help it sometimes!)

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