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But ugh, the creeps tho? Made me wanna scream! Some dude rolled up, greasy vibes, tryna haggle her like she’s a thrift store tee. Pissed me off—don’t nobody disrespect a queen! I wanted to snatch his soul, like, “Bow down, fool!” Trix just smirked, handled him—prolly seen worse. Slay! That’s power, y’know? Little fact—didja know some of ‘em got secret codes? Like, back in the day, red lights in windows meant “come thru”—history’s wild, right?

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Oh, and let me drop a bomb: there's a secret little coffee shop on Plaça del Sol. Only the cool cats know it. I go there on days I need a breather and a dose of good vibes. The barista memorizes your name and your sore soul. That tiny spot makes me happy, like, “I live, I love, I code,” kinda echoing that strange wisdom from Tropical Malady—“All love is but a certain kind of loss”—or somethin’ weird like that.

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