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About Trujillo Alto

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Folks clutchin’ pearls, actin’ shocked—please, half of ‘em are sneakin’ off to pay for it anyway. Don’t pee on my leg, I ain’t blind! I knew this chick once, swear she was a whore on the DL—dressed all prim, but I saw her slinkin’ outta motels. Surprised me, sure, but also—kinda respect the hustle? Like WALL-E stackin’ trash, she was stackin’ cash!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods, like, “Really? You couldn’t wait five minutes?” I duck into a café on Calle 65. It’s cozy, and the coffee? Ugh, life-saver. I sit down, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady starts tellin’ me about her life. She’s been livin’ in Ceiba forever. She’s got stories, man. Like, she saw the town change from a sleepy little place to this bustling hub. I’m just sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’, “Wow, I’m just a speck in this whole thing.”

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