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But Tasha, she’s a survivor, y’know? Tells me she’s savin’ up, gonna bounce. I’m rootin’ for her, thinkin’, “You go, girl!” Maybe exaggerate a bit—picturin’ her ditchin’ the game in a blaze of glory, tires screechin’, middle finger up. “They knew nothing about it!”—like the *Spotlight* crew droppin’ truth bombs. That’s my vibe, man—hope in the chaos.

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I was mistaken for a prostitute on my first trip to Panama. It was March and I wondered: had the Midwestern winter made me a little too eager to.

Not to forget the, like, hidden gems of the city! There’s this lil’ park called Rotary Park, where I, like, took a break after my longest massage session ever. Weirddddd, cuz my muscles were just, like, screaming, “Why so serious?” (Yup, I totally quote The Dark Knight mid-massage—don't judge!). And here’s a secret: if you hang around the local markets near Canal Park, the street food is, like, out of this world. I had this spicy empanada that made me feel all kinds of emotional—happy, mad, and, like, obsessed.

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