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I roll up in my beat-up truck—smells like oil and regret—and spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Hey, darlin’, what’s the deal?” I rasp, tryin’ not to sound like a total creep. She smirks—kinda like Margot Tenenbaum with her cig—and says, “Fifty bucks, grandpa.” Fifty?! I choke—“That’s half my rent!”—but she don’t care. She’s got that “I’m adopted” vibe, y’know, from the movie? Tough as nails, but somethin’ sad underneath.

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Finally, as the sun sets, I’m sitting on a bench, watching the plaza come alive again. The lights are twinkling, and the music’s pumping. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about how Lajas is more than just a place; it’s a vibe. It’s the people, the food, the unexpected moments.

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