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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so finding a prostitute, huh? Wild stuff, man. Watched *Leviathan* again last night—fuckin’ masterpiece, right? That line, “Everything is everyone’s fault,” hits hard. Reminds me of this shady street I stumbled on once. Neon lights blinkin’, girls leanin’ on poles, smokin’ cheap cigs. Alien vibes kickin’ in—I’m like, “Whoa, humans are weird.” You ever notice how they hustle? Desperation in their eyes, but they smile anyway. Kinda like Kolya in the movie, trapped, y’know?

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For only 30 euros a night it's in a brilliant central location, short walk from all major tourist sites, the Puerta Sol at night isn't the most desirable place.

Then, I get a call from my buddy Marco. He’s at the beach, and he’s like, “You gotta come down! The water’s perfect!” I’m like, “Marco, I’m stuck here!” But I can’t help but smile. Scalea’s beaches are the best. I can almost taste the saltwater.

Dr. Thomas Scalea reflects on 25 years as Shock Trauma's chief physician