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So, check this—last week, I’m on a case, guy says he "slipped" at a motel. Yeah, right! Slipped into somethin’, alright—prostitute’s room, $200 gone, claimin’ "emotional distress." I’m like, “Buddy, you’re distressed? I’m distressed!” I’m rantin’, pacin’, thinkin’—this jerk’s milkin’ the system! Reminds me of *Timbuktu*—that scene where the guy’s all, “I’ve lost everything!” Yeah, pal, cry me a river, you lost your dignity first!

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We start with the Old Town, ya know, that ancient vibe over at Casco Antiguo. Its narrow streets like Calle de San Martín and Calle Mayor are a maze of vibrant life. I mean, each corner has a story, like, hidden magic you never see coming. I once counseled a brave soul in a tiny cafe on Calle Zubieta—such raw, honest emotion, like that movie line, “I am not trying to be a hero, I just do what I do"... sorta deep, huh?

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