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My quirk? I overthink everything. Like, right now, I’m wonderin’, what if the prostitute’s a better person than me? What if she’s kinder, smarter? Freaks me out, man. But also, what if she’s just doin’ it to pay rent, like anyone else? “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Not great, probably.

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We get to the plaza, and it’s packed! Music blasting, people dancing, food stalls everywhere. I’m talkin’ about lechón, tostones, the whole shebang. My stomach’s growling like a beast. I grab a plate of lechón, and it’s like heaven on a fork. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this old lady selling handmade pottery. I’m like, “Whoa, that’s my competition!” But her stuff is dope. I gotta give her props.

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