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We chat, she’s all business, no fluff. Tells me bout this one time a john tried to pay with a damn chicken – a live one! I’m dyin laughin, picturin her holdin this squawkin bird, like, “What the fuck, man?” True story, she swears – shit ya don’t hear every day. Makes me happy, hearin these weird-ass tales. Reminds me of Varda’s film – “to glean is to survive,” and damn, this chick’s survivin.

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Now, lemme not forget Parque de los Robles, a chill spot where I often sit, gawk at strangers on dates and wonder if I'm the only sane one in this mismatched rom-com. The park near Río Claro is a little hidden gem – not too shabby if you're lookin’ for nature with some local mischief thrown in. Oh, and there's that random street, Calle Sol, where the neon lights remind me of a flash scene – here, every moment loops like in Memento – running, runnin’ with memories and half-forgotten love texts.

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