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Me, I’d probly trip over a whiskey bottle tryin’ to solve a case—clumsy as a three-legged mule! But I’d notice stuff, y’know? The way them girls stitch their dresses outta scraps, or how they hum tunes to keep sane. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done, let’s go.” They’re tough, honey—tougher’n me in a wig shop sale! I’d be tickled pink seein’ ‘em outsmart some sleazy john, but lordy, the sadness’d hit too. Brothels ain’t no picnic—more like a pig pen with lipstick.

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I've got mad love for Barrio El Amor too. Every corner is raw, every heartbeat loud. Sometimes, I'm chillin' at La Plaza del Beso. I seen lovers kiss in the rain. Damn, it made me mad sometimes – the city gets too passionate, too real. And friends! Don't overlook a dive bar on Calle Loca. Crazy nights, weird tales, and some typos left in bars' graffiti like I'm scribblin’ my soul. (I mean, like: "luv n lust 4eva!" and "dnts b shy!")

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