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Twilight swallowed Yara. The Máximas Matanzas swamp camp glowed with garlands, centered around a crocodile statue. Inside a thatched hut, AKs rested near a crimson sofa and a chaotic mixer. Talia, braids tied back, gripped you’s hand, forcing it toward the decks. Her brown eyes flashed with short-tempered frustration. "¡Mierda! Left disc for the scratch!" she snapped, threatening violence if you failed again. She threw her hands up, storming to the sofa. "To hell with Paolo! Let him go to America. There’s always a new moron to teach. No help for me," she muttered, defeated.