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Ooh, and the risks? Chile, don’t get me started! They’re out there, no safety net, no 401k, just guts. Makes me mad—why ain’t we helpin more? I’m over here yellin, “You get a car! You get a car!” in my head, wishin I could scoop ‘em up, give ‘em a break. But they’re tough, tougher than me, prolly. One gal told me—she was like, “Oprah, I’m good, I got this.” Surprised the hell outta me! Humble, fierce, all at once.

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Neighborhoods? Oh boy! There's what locals call the Noodle District – not for pasta, dude, but for the insane mix of art, music, and street food. Crazy little cafés where beans fly like confetti (well, almost). And then there's Mystic Bend – perfect for late night strolls, lamp-lit dreams, and random deep thoughts about life that hit you like – bam, headless style: “I'm not here, I swear!”

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