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Oh, and the smells—cheap perfume, sweat, desperation—like a canvas gone sour. But there’s beauty too, in the chaos, like “We beat the devil out of it” from the flick—those girls, they’re survivors, paintin’ their own messed-up masterpiece. I’d sip a beer, watchin’, thinkin’, “Man, this is raw.” Ever wonder what they dream bout? Prolly not elevators, ha!

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Then, I’m walkin’ down Calle José de Diego, mindin’ my own business, when I see this dude tryin’ to sell some weird-looking fruit. Like, what even is that? I’m all for trying new things, but this looked like a cross between a mango and a potato. I’m like, “Bro, you sure that’s edible?” He just laughs and says, “Everything’s edible if you’re brave enough!” I’m not that brave, man. I just want my stoves.

'The Last of Us' infected chase felt like 'most messed-up version' of 'Subway Surfers'