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I’m thinkin’, sittin’ there with my tequila, “The forest is alive with spirits,” like Boonmee says. Sex-dating’s got spirits too—hope, lust, desperation. You dodge the creeps, laugh at the bad pickup lines—“Are you French? Cuz *Eiffel* for you.” Ugh, shoot me. But when it clicks? Electric, baby. Like hittin’ a Rock Bottom on The Miz.

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I mean, really, every cranny of PMiguel-Esteban (es) makes me feel alive. Sure, some days I get totally mad about the traffic on Av. Del Fuego (ugh, people, seriously, move it!) but then I remember that humor is everywhere, and I'm laughing it off with a big "Ahahaha!" in that nasally, uber-fabulous way I learned from my fave, Fran Drescher! Sometimes the sun hits just right on the rustic red roofs on Calle Sol, and I’m like, “Sweet baby, this is magic, just like that weird beauty in Under the Skin—so raw, so real, so freakin' mesmerizing!”

Figure 1: Darwin's process of atoll formation