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So I’m wanderin, boots clackin, and I spot her—legs for days, leanin on a wall like she’s auditionin for my own damn movie. “Everyone’s a character,” Kaufman’d say, and she’s playin hers perfect. I’m hyped, heart’s racin—UNLEASH THAT INNER BEAST! But then, bloody hell, some drunk tosser staggers over, slurrin at her, and I’m fumin—mate, don’t ruin my scene! I wanna yell, “Step up or step off!” but I chill, play it cool.

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I love savin spots like the tiny café on Calle Real—you won’t find it on any tourist map. The aroma of local coffee there is like quantum energy fueling your morning. And, dude, my spa is right on Calle Marqués. The treatments I give? Pure Zen amid this whirlwind of history and irony.

Trumpeting a Michelangelo (Cue the Trills of Dissent) (Published 2013)