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We talk price—quick, dirty negotiation. She’s cool, but I’m still salty bout the cash. “Ten bucks more? For real?” I grumble. She shrugs, “Take it or leave it.” YOLO, I’m in too deep now. Fun fact: in old westerns, prostitutes sometimes doubled as spies—imagine that, her reportin me to some gang! I’m laughin inside, paranoid as Jesse gettin stalked by Ford. “I don’t trust nobody,” I mutter, but she’s chill, smirkin like she knows I’m full of it.

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So, Quesada's got this main artery, Calle Central, where you see all sorts of quirky cafes and bars poppin’ up outta nowhere. I walk by with coffee in hand, thinkin’ "Pretty, pretty good" but then bam – there's this guy on the corner yellin' about the WiFi speeds (LOL, like, come on, right?) And, oh man, the Plaza Real – it's modest, but you'll vibe with the locals. Watch out for Calle 5 too – sometimes it feels like it's straight outta a Christopher Nolan maze where memories vanish. I kid ya not.

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