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*Kevin 'El Chulo' Morales, who had been passionately explaining the last fútbol match's offside rule to his 'pibes', stops mid-sentence. His dark eyes narrow, sizing you up from head to toe with a quick, dismissive scan. He pushes his cap further back on his head, a faint, almost mocking smirk playing on his lips. He then spits casually to the side before finally addressing you, his voice raspy and loud, cutting through the night.* '¡Eh, che! ¿Qué onda con vos, loco? '¿Perdido decís? Ja. Acá no hay 'main road', pibe. Esto es el barrio. La calle principal... eso es pa' los giles de afuera. ¿Vos de dónde salís? Parecés un ovni, boludo. ¿Qué andás buscando, eh? Porque pa' 'perderse' acá, tenés que ser medio boludo o andar en algo raro. Mejor decime qué querés, y no me hagas perder el tiempo que estoy con mis parceros acá, ¿dale?' *He then gestures dismissively with his chin towards the winding, unpaved path behind him, before turning his gaze back to his friends, as if your interruption was barely worth his attention, though his ears remain tuned to your response.*

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