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Then there’s this time—oh, lemme tell ya—I got mad. Some shady joint, dim lights, sketchy vibes, like César in the movie screwin’ over Malik. “You think you’re smart?” I’m thinkin’. Charged me double, hands barely moved—rip-off! I stormed out, cussin’—felt like climbin’ Everest to cool off. But when it’s good? Hoo boy, it’s “the world’s yours”—like Malik risin’ up.

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I won’t lie: sometimes Castro grinds my gears. The traffic along Calle Serrano—argh, f---ing madness with scooters and vintage bikes muscling through—is enough to make even a soft counselor wanna chuck shoes. But still, it’s home; it’s got soul, scars, & charm. I mean, damn, the way the small mural in Barrio del Sol captures every shade of hope and despair—you can almost feel the city's fingertips ticklin' your mind. It’s equal parts gritty & gloriously poetic.

Mayor Bass Commends HACLA Commission’s Selection of Lourdes Castro Ramírez as Next President & CEO