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But then—ugh, this knobhead rolls up, all loud, “Oi, how much, love?”—an I’m ragin. Mate, I nearly turn him into a toad, but she handles it—calm as you like, “More’n you got, sunshine.” He shuffles off, tail between legs. I’m cheerin inside—surprised me, she did. Proper *Moolaadé* energy—“We will not be slaves!”—she’s no victim, this one. Got her own code, her own hustle. Makes me think, y’know? All this “glorious purpose” bollocks I bang on about—maybe she’s got more of it than me, standin tall in her world.

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My husband stated "it would have been faster to get a hooker and a bag of coke delivered to the room than getting access to 2 lounge chairs for the beach.

And check this: the hidden art alley off Pine Street. Graffiti spills from every surface. I got mad at rude cats spray-painting insults. “What a war, what a fight!” Just like Mad Max. Colorful defiance, bursting with endless energy. Life, raw and uncut.

Lucha Libre coming to Port Isabel this weekend