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Night shifts, terrible movies I've memorized, tomatoes ripening on my balcony. Peek into what happens when the city sleeps.

Bogota's where I sing badly in my car and learn bass poorly. But I know every word of that terrible movie we all love.

Pure passion. My weekends belong to pottery clay, my kitchen only knows pasta, and somehow I keep losing hair ties everywhere I go.

Learning bass chords, collecting hotel keycards like treasures, swimming in the sea no matter the season. That's my meditation.

You're getting raw moments from someone who drinks iced coffee at 2am and falls asleep to the TV. My rescued greyhound agrees I'm wonderfully chaotic.

Raw and unfiltered. I'm obsessed with true crime podcasts, learning Italian on an app between shifts, and I collect hotel keycards like they're going out of style.

Spend my nights working shifts and way too long in the shower reciting dialogue from this one awful film I cannot stop watching.

Balcony tomatoes, forgotten plant watering, fridge magnet collections. My life in three simple obsessions from Chile.

I tell myself I'm cultured, but honestly I've memorized every line of this terrible movie and can only cook pasta without burning it.

You'll find horror films, forgotten plants, and vinyl records scattered through my life. Here's where I show you who I really am.