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Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride—like somethin’ outta “The Hurt Locker,” my fave flick! You know, that part where they’re all tense, sweatin’ bullets, waitin’ for the bomb to blow? That’s me, drivin’ down some sketchy street, lookin’ for a gal who’s workin’ the corner. Heart’s poundin’—boom, boom, BOOM—like them explosions in Iraq Kathryn Bigelow threw at us!

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After that, I hit up the Plaza de Recreo. It’s always lively there. Families chilling, kids playing, and the sound of laughter everywhere. I grab a coconut water from a vendor. Best decision ever! Refreshing and sweet. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, laughing like a maniac. “Ciales, you’re wild!”

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