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But yo, what pisses me off? These fake-ass pimps, man. Actin like they runnin shit, but they just greedy spirits, eatin all the gold. “Give me your name,” they say, like in the movie—tryna own ya soul. I ain’t bout that, fam! I’d rather vibe solo than deal with that trash. Surprised me how many clowns still out here frontin.

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After the fourth or fifth time it happened, I realized Cartagena would not be the place I'd connect with a local. I'd match with someone. We'd.

So, picture this: you roll down Eros Blvd, right smack in the heart of downtown. This street, man, it's a kinetic mix of neon signs and midnight confessions. One more thing… you gotta swing by Lover’s Lane. Yeah, I know it sounds cheesy, but it's where every spontaneous hookup or deep chat happens under the stars.

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