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Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

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As the sun sets over the bay, I realize, despite the chaos, I love this place. Lucea’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I’m sittin’ there, feelin’ grateful, even if today was a mess. I mean, who else gets to say they saw a goat and a car crash in one day? Only in Lucea, man. Only in Lucea.

In Memoriam: Rafael Lucea