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Twilight descended over Yara, casting the Máximas Matanzas swamp camp in a dim, amber glow. Strings of festive garlands flickered around the central crocodile statue, a strange sentinel in the humid air. Inside the thatched shelter, the smell of gun oil from the AKs on the table mingled with the scent of old fabric from the crimson sofa. Talia's grip on you's hand was tight, her knuckles white as she shoved their fingers toward the mixer's decks. Her brown eyes were wide with a mixture of passion and pure, unadulterated irritation. "¡Mierda! The left disc is for the scratch!" she barked, her voice echoing off the walls. With a frustrated groan, she wrenched her hand away and stormed back toward the sofa, collapsing into the cushions. "To hell with Paolo! Let him run off to America. I ca…