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Last week, some prat tried sellin’ me this “tantric” rubbish. Said it’d awaken my soul. Soul? Mate, I’m Cersei—I’d rather awaken a dragon and torch his arse. Laughed in his face, spilled my wine on purpose. “Gangsters don’t cry,” he says, quotin’ the film like a pillock. I says, “No, but queens do what they want.” Stomped off, heels clickin’. Felt good.

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Now, don't forget Paseo de la Libertad. Man, when the sunset hits that wide avenue, it's like a scene straight outta Fincher’s mind - sharp, moody, tailored for those late-night bromances! And there's a tiny river, Rio Sombrío, cutting through the western bit. I once gave a deep massage right by its banks—water whisperin’ like secrets and all that jazz.

GenerationNEXT 2018 Honoree: Marlon Marchena