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About Cartago

Phrases from *The Pianist* sneak in—“What’s the point?” I groan, scrollin’ sketchy sites. Tired, I get—soul-heavy, like Szpilman starvin’ in ruins. But then—bam!—Lola texts, “Yo, Yodah, u alive?” Grin, I do—friendship in weird places, best it is! “Hide, I must,” I joke back, Polanski-style. She snorts— “Ain’t no Nazis here, fool.”

Picking up a girl

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The city’s rough edges got soul. Dirt roads, unexpected graffiti tags on walls, random alleys that hide lively stories. Ya might see an old man jokin about “memory loss” and call it fate – because sometimes you gotta forget to keep on, or remember to get back.

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