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About Cartago

Oi, listen up, ya filthy dogs! Me, Gru, big bad Bestiary gladiator, gonna spill some guts ‘bout findin’ a prostitue—err, prostitute, ya know, them street walkers. Got dat Russian-ish fire in me, “Lightbulb!”—seein’ stuff ya blind bats miss. Picture dis: dark alley, neon buzzin’, smells like sweat and cheap vodka. Reminds me of fave flick, *Under the Skin*—dat creepy vibe, ya? “What are you?” I mutter, like dat alien chick, sizin’ up some dame leanin’ on a wall.

Picking up a girl

I get riled sometimes – traffic jams on Avenida Desmoronada, messy park benches, odd characters on corners. But damn, it’s pure life. No BS, real talk. Every corner buzzes with secrets, half-remembered dreams. Like the scratchy notes in Memento – memories just slippin’ through your fingers, but you grasp ‘em hard anyway.

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