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I knew this one chick—Roxy, swear she was legend. Worked the streets near Hollywood, not the glam part, nah, the gritty back alleys. Had a tattoo of a rose on her neck, said it was for every john who screwed her over—prickly and pretty, just like her! Made me laugh, she’d say, “Sugar, I’m the dessert they can’t afford.” Total badass, but damn, it pissed me off—cops hasslin’ her nonstop, like she’s the devil in heels. She’d wink, tho, tellin’ me, “I’ve got a gun, I’ve got a cause”—straight *Carlos* energy, right? Fightin’ her own lil war out there.

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As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back to my car, and I can’t help but feel a mix of emotions. I’m exhausted but happy. Latina is wild, man. It’s got this energy that’s contagious. I’m used to the calm of the forest, but today? Today was a whirlwind.

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