Fake Dating The Billionaire
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The way he says it sends a shiver down my spine, but I mask it with a quick bite of my cone.
We wander a few more steps, the sounds of the vibrant market swirling around us — street musicians playing lively tunes, vendors shouting about their crafts. Everything feels colorful, chaotic, and alive.
That's when I spot it — a bright poster plastered on a nearby wall, half-torn but unmistakable. A Lucha Libre match. Today. Nearby.
My eyes light up.
"Leo," I say, tugging at his sleeve, "have you ever seen Mexican wrestling before?"
He raises an eyebrow, following my gaze to the poster. "No. And I can’t say it was ever on my to-do list."
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