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So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

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I gotta mention the park, Parque de La Paz – when I need a break from massages and man-cramped stress, that’s my go-to. It’s full of trees, trails, and, occasionally, old geezers arguing about who’s who in the community. And look out, 'cause near the park there's a small river – kinda like a lazy, mismatched cousin of the mighty Nile. Simple pleasures, innit?

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