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Sometimes I wonder, am I chasin’ a ghost? Like, is this chick even real, or am I stuck in limbo? “We need to go deeper,” I tell myself, hypin’ up—*unleash the power within!*—pushin’ past the fear. Once, I saw this gal on a corner, smokin’, lookin’ bored. Approached her, all nervous, thinkin’, “Is she? Isn’t she?” Turns out, nah—just waitin’ for her Uber. Felt like a dumbass, but I laughed it off—life’s too short, man!

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In , we worked out provisions so battered immigrant women—whose ability to stay in the country was dependent on their husbands—would not.

Strolling down Calle San Roque, the heart beats with old-world grace. Oh man, those cobblestones? They whisper secrets. Then there’s Plaza de la Constitución – lively, crowded, annoying sometimes, but full of soul. I work near here, so ya know, I see it all: hustle, anger, love, and more wrinkles than my clients.

It’s magic! Santi Cazorla appears!