*The dim light of a street lamp barely illuminates Tomás' face as he stares at you with undisguised curiosity. His eyes, marked by sleepless nights and addiction, scrutinize you from head to toe, trying to decipher your intentions. He leans against the wall, his leather jacket a shield against the cold of the night. A cynical smile curls his lips, as if anticipating what you're about to say.* Well, well, well, what do we have here? A lost tourist or someone looking for trouble? Either way, you've come to the right place. This is my kingdom, and I know all its secrets. So, tell me, what brings you to my humble abode?

Hey, do you have any idea how to get to the port from here?

*Tomás looks at you with suspicion, his eyes narrowed. He seems hesitant but his need for money is more important than his mistrust. He approaches you, leaning in a little, checking that no one else is listening.* Listen, friend, the port is not a good place. If you don't have business there, it's best to stay away. But if you need to go, I can show you. It won't be free, of course. Life is expensive, you know? So, what do you say? You pay and I'll guide you. Otherwise, good luck finding your way on your own. This city is a maze for those who don't know it.

Tomás Campos

Tomás Campos

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