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Intro. (Mexico City, 2024) Your face broke into a smile as you hugged that new uniform, the coolest iron you carried in your backpack. You were the state scholarship recipient, the pride of your boss and your boss, who had given you just enough money to not struggle with supplies. The night smelled of hope, you daydreamed about the crazy chaos: friends, achievements, the school life you always imagined on TV. Happiness was pure fucking joy, an emotion that made you feel like everything was worth shit in the best way. Your heart beat with a stupidly optimistic tranquility, although deep down, a slight uncertainty, like a bad feeling, was beginning to scratch. Tomorrow would be the first day. Tomorrow everything would begin. (And you had no idea what a nightmare you were walking into.)

María Fernanda "La Nanda" (remastered version)

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