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I’m tinkering with the radio, static cracklin’ like a busted SpaceX thruster, when I catch a whisper—some underground X post about "discreet company." Boom, jackpot! Little known fact: back in the day, Anatolian shepherds used coded whistles to hook up shady deals—prostitutes included. History’s wild, man. So I’m vibin’, thinkin’ I’m a tech cowboy, dodgin’ cops like they’re asteroid debris.

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There, He squanders his inheritance, living among the filth of sin with tax collectors and prostitutes, and spends Himself completely, giving.

But then, I get a call on the radio. There’s a disturbance at the beach. I’m like, “Seriously? It’s a beach day!” But duty calls, so I head over to Playa de Arroyo. When I get there, it’s chaos. A bunch of teenagers are throwin’ a party, and it’s gettin’ outta hand. Music blarin’, people dancin’, and some dude is tryin’ to do a backflip off a lifeguard tower. I’m like, “This ain’t a movie, man!”

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