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But—ugh—pisses me off when creeps judge ‘em. Like, “She’s trash!” Screw that noise! They’re gleaners, too—pickin’ up what’s left, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. Varda’d get it—she said, “I film what’s overlooked.” That’s them, overlooked as fuck! I’d be screamin’, “Give ‘em respect, ya jerks!” if I wasn’t, y’know, a ghost or whatever.

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Sometimes I get mad, like, really mad when tourists wreck the vibe. But then, I get happy when a local spots me, nods, and says, "Tú eres de aquí, bro." Ah, life is a mix of chaos and calm. It's surreal, like in Carol when a look says everything without a word. And I can’t help but feel that we all love in silence, in the whispers of a touch.

Ceviche Festival in Quepos, Costa Rica this Weekend