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Still, some girls—they got that spark. One chick, Maria, she’s tellin’ me ‘bout her kid while fixin’ her hair. I’m like, “Damn, this is real.” Reminds me of Amélie’s line: “You don’t have bones of glass.” Maria’s tough, man, tougher than me. Sea’s rough, but that life? Brutal. Got me feelin’ soft, almost tipped her extra—then remembered I’m broke as hell.

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As a sexologist, notice I do, energy touchin’ every nook. Bare truths, deep feelings, warm smiles exchanged like hidden messages in movie dialogues—“Time flows like water, yes?” might I say. Often I see, in street corners in El Centro, folks open, raw, real. Not pretending, just livin’.

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