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Hate the stigma, though—folks judgin’. Like, who cares? She’s workin’, I’m payin’, end of story. Funniest part? She smelled like cheap perfume and tuna—dock life, baby. Cracked me up, thinkin’, “This is my Brokeback moment.” No mountains, just fish guts and a quickie. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it,” I mutter, half-jokin’, half-serious. She rolls her eyes—fair.

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The riverside too, along Río Locubin, has this secret spot, barely known by locals – a worn-out bridge over some sparkling water, where you can be alone with your thoughts and, well, sometimes a chance encounter. My favorite, no lie, because its shadows and soft moonlight make everything uncomfortably, yet beautifully, romantic.