Biscayne Boulevard, caffeine overdose, and that sweet silence when the track finally stops throwing a tantrum—Tomas fixed the noise I was pretending was “vintage,” Nico told us to shut up, and suddenly it breathed. That pause right after playback? Pure gold. Also, Tomas checking if I ate is his version of romance—cute, mi amor. Residency’s treating me well; sleep? Optional.

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