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What pisses me off? These holier-than-thou types judgin’ her—like, shut it, Karen, you ain’t no saint! “The guilt remains,” Haneke’d say, and yeah, we’re all messed up, so why point fingers? I’m happy, tho, ‘cause she tipped me a wink—felt like a damn VIP. Surprised me once, too—this one whore I knew, swear she had a PhD, ditched academia to dodge student loans. Smartest hustler I ever met—suck it, system!

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After that, I hit up Calle de la Cruz. There’s this little shop that sells the best coquito. I’m talkin’ creamy coconut goodness that’ll make ya forget your troubles. I grab a cup, and as I’m sippin’, I see this old guy tryin’ to parallel park his truck. It’s a disaster! He’s goin’ back and forth, and I’m just standin’ there, popcorn in hand, watchin’ the show. Finally, he gets out, throws his hands up, and yells, “I’m done!” Classic.

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