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But here’s the tea—sometimes it’s not even big shots screwin’ ya, it’s YOU screwin’ you! Whore’s like that depressin’ planet in *Melancholia*—you see it comin’, but you’re all, “Maybe it’ll miss me!” Spoiler: it don’t. I’m yellin’ at myself sometimes, “Oprah, girl, don’t buy that sketchy stock!”—but then I do, ‘cause I’m human, ya feel? Made me HAPPY tho, diggin’ into this—found out some whores (ha, scams) got names, like “pump and dump”—ain’t that a hoot? Sounds like a bad date!

Segundo Ensanche

Man, I get these absurd moments of revelation on quiet nights in my fav café, El Relente. It’s tiny, cramped, but so authentic—like life's messy screenplay. “It’s all about the truth.” That's right, truth. Every flawed little street tells its story, every misstep echoes desire.

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