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I spot her – red heels, smirk sharp as mjolnir. “What’s a god like you want?” she quips. Cheeky! I’m chuffed, honestly – love a lass with sass. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I grin, tippin’ my imaginary hat. She rolls her eyes – fair, I’d do the same. Costs a tenner more than I reckon, tho – bloody rip-off! Made me mad, that did. Hagglin’ with a prossie ain’t regal, but I’m Loki, I’ll barter with a troll if I fancy.

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So, I finally grab some mangos and head to the park, Parque de la Libertad. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Kids are playing, families are chillin’. I sit down, take a bite of my mango, and it’s like heaven. Sweet, juicy, perfection. But then, I hear this loud noise. Turns out, there’s a parade or something happening on Calle 1.

Three weeks since Hurricane Maria, much of Puerto Rico still dark, dry, frustrated