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Cristian en el “Amor de Calle” en Grecia antes de que se largara a chepe. Me acuerdo dese bar. Era un chante de paso para muchos maes que venían de Guana a Chepe a bretiar la semana. Puras caras nuevas los domingos. Ufff, bien bonito se ponía ahí...
Hacía ratos que Cristian quería desaparecer dese cochino pueblucho, que solo mierdas le traía. Y su mama, tan buena gente pero tan malparida. Parecía que el asunto nunca hubiera sido con ella, y su hijo no hubiera sido ese "playito" del que todo el pueblo tenía algo que decir. Tampoco hizo ni picha cuando se destapó todo aquello de su tío...
Pero bueno, sacó pecho el carajillo, como siempre y se jaló con aquel amiguillo que tenía. Quién sabe donde estará ahorita. Esta fue de las últimas veces que me lo topé. Buena gente aquel Cristian… #baramordecalle
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Cristian in the “Amor de Calle” in Grecia before he took off to Chepe. I remember that bar. It was a pit stop for many guys who came from Guana to Chepe to party for the week. Just new faces on Sundays. Ufff, it was so nice there…
Cristian had been wanting to disappear from that damn little town for a while, which only brought him problems. And his mom, so nice but so messed up. It was as if it had nothing to do with her, and her son wasn’t that "playito" (little fagott) everyone in town had something to say about. She didn’t even do a damn thing when that thing about his uncle came out…
But well, the "carajillo" (kid) stood tall, like always, and with his friend, took off. Who knows where he is now. This was one of the last times I saw him. Good guy, that Cristian…#baramordecalle
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