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Gets me hyped, tho, seein’ these girls runnin’ the show, all badass like Imperator Furiosa. They’re dodgin’ creeps, stackin’ cash—shoutin’ “I live, I die, I live again!” in their heads, prolly. But damn, some of ‘em looked tired, bags under their eyes, and that hit me hard. Ain’t fair, y’know? World’s a mess, and they’re stuck in it. Eat my shorts, society! Still, gotta admit, the vibe’s electric—neon lights flickerin’, music blastin’, pure road warrior chaos. Would I go back? Maybe, just to say I outran the War Boys!

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It doesn't seem like a brothel or anything like that. It seems that the women just hang out with the guys and the guys buy them drinks. Is that.

First off, I hit up Calle Loiza for breakfast. You know, the spot with the bomb avocado toast? Yeah, that one. But guess what? They ran outta avocados! Like, how do you run outta avocados in PR? I was ready to throw a fit. I mean, c’mon! So, I settled for a pastelón. Not bad, but not what I wanted.

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