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But it ain’t all glam. Some stories gut ya. Like, there’s this corner in LA – reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*’s creepy vibes – where girls barely eat, tradin’ tricks for a fix. “What happened to the dream?” I growl, pissed off. Gets me heated, seein’ em used up like that. Surprised me too – did ya know some medieval prostitutes had guilds? Like, legit unions! Wild, innit?

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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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