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Heya, buddy! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? D’oh! I’m no shrink, but lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride thinkin’ bout it. Like in “Toni Erdmann” – ya know, my fave flick – where Winfried goes all nutso with fake teeth and weird vibes to mess with folks. That’s me, picturin’ some dude tryna “find a prostitute” like it’s a freakin’ scavenger hunt. “Mmm… donuts.” I’d rather chase a glazed one than a street gal, ya feel me?

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods, like, “Really? You couldn’t wait five minutes?” I duck into a café on Calle 65. It’s cozy, and the coffee? Ugh, life-saver. I sit down, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady starts tellin’ me about her life. She’s been livin’ in Ceiba forever. She’s got stories, man. Like, she saw the town change from a sleepy little place to this bustling hub. I’m just sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “Wow, I’m just a speck in this whole thing.”

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