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Angry, I got once—dude tried rippin’ me off, 50 bucks for nothin’, a scam it was! Shouted I did, “Stupid it is, trusting so fast!” Happy tho, when this one gal—Lola, her name—cracked jokes, smoked a cig, felt real, not some droid. Surprised me, she did, knowin’ old movie lines, quotin’ “Sandpaper kisses, paper-cut bleed”—weirdly poetic, right? Little fact, hah—didya know prosties in Vegas got unions once? Fought for rights, wild times, them were!

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So, Quesada's got this main artery, Calle Central, where you see all sorts of quirky cafes and bars poppin’ up outta nowhere. I walk by with coffee in hand, thinkin’ "Pretty, pretty good" but then bam – there's this guy on the corner yellin' about the WiFi speeds (LOL, like, come on, right?) And, oh man, the Plaza Real – it's modest, but you'll vibe with the locals. Watch out for Calle 5 too – sometimes it feels like it's straight outta a Christopher Nolan maze where memories vanish. I kid ya not.

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