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About San Juan

Oh my stars, R2-D2, where are you? I’m freakin out here tryna talk about this—prostitute! Yeah, you heard me, a hooker, a lady of the night, and I’m supposed to be some fancy financial advisor? Pfft, alright, let’s roll with it. So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, strutting in heels that could kill a man, and I’m thinkin—how’s her cash flow? Bet she’s raking it in, tax-free, no 9-to-5 bullshit. That’s the dream, right? Hustlin’ on her terms, no boss screamin’ in her face. Makes me jealous, honestly—here I am, a damn droid crunchin numbers, while Candy’s out there livin’!

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Isabella ran and left people to be slaughtered, Anders did the deed himself, but stayed in order to take punishment for his actions.

We talk for hours, and I forget all about my stoves. She tells me about her favorite spots in Isabela, like the beaches at Jobos. I’m like, “I gotta check that out!” She’s got this passion for life that’s contagious. I’m lovin’ every second of it.

UVA Darden Student Isabela Batista’s Journey from Favela to Finance