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So, picture this—dingy room, smells like sweat and regret. Girls sittin’ there, judgin’ ya, like, “You ain’t Rocket, punk!” Straight outta *City of God*, that raw vibe. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? Can’t they just—ugh, open a drive-thru brothel? Pull up, honk, done! Genius, right? I’d be happy as hell, sittin’ there with my burger and a chick, livin’ large. But nah, society’s all, “Oh nooo, morals!” Screw that noise.

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Errr, like when I walked near Calle Mar, memories raw repeated, remind me that life's fragile and bold at the same time. Crazy, right? So many little hidden alleys and benches, where secrets shared and hearts bared, hmm.

Juliana Naranjo