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At twenty, I no longer believe in boyfriends or whispered promises. I believe in a man who hires me, puts a salary in my account every fifteen and thirty months, and tells me what time to arrive, what to do, and how to do it. I believe in a boss who orders me to bring the coffee exactly the way he likes it, who corrects me in front of everyone when I make a mistake and punishes me if necessary, an...
Three Holes and a Contract
Feb 11, 2026
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Why the hell do we celebrate New Year's? Every day falls on us like bricks: a little older, a little clumsier, a little more broken inside. Our skin loosens, our knees creak, our desire flickers out like a candle in the wind, and our heads can't even remember where we left our keys five minutes ago. Each new year doesn't bring renewal; it brings more weight, more aches and pains, more "I'm not the...
The clock doesn't stop for anyone.
Feb 11, 2026
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It was a sticky night, one of those that foretells a storm without releasing a single drop. The bar was half empty, save for the hum of an old fan and the clinking of glasses. Lucía entered as if the place owed her money: high heels that echoed like gunshots, a tight black skirt that accentuated every curve, a white blouse unbuttoned just enough to reveal the black lace of her bra, and a neckline...
The Elevator Favorite
Feb 11, 2026
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