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What pissed me off? She tried chargin’ me double for a Snickers! I said, “Naw, naw, sistah, I ain’t that thirsty!” But I respected her grind—girl’s out here, dodgin’ flames, makin’ bank. Surprised me how she knew the trails better’n me—said she grew up ‘round here, hidin’ from cops as a kid. Real story, y’all, not no movie mess. “The river flows, carries us away,” she mumbled, another Boonmee line. I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, and it’s carryin’ your crazy ass right to my nerves!”

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Cesar Olvera ; cantaautor guitarrista y pianista at Berklee College of Music ; Gerente general at Escort Independiente ; Vendedor at Famsa ; canta autor at DESIRE.

Oh, the Castle of Olvera! That ancient rock on top of some hill, backdropped by the wild blue sky. Walk up the winding paths and you'll feel like you're stepping into a Bond flick, fists clenched and heart racin'. I used to get mad 'bout the noise there in the rain—so much molecular chaos, all mixed up like a grenade in a martini. But then again, every emotion is magnified here, all the love, all the pain, just like those crazy moments in that film.

Becky Olvera Schultz