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Love is like Wi-Fi: it seems like there's only one signal, but there are too many connections. Here, caught between the Caribbean and chaos, someone is stuck, trying to keep two suns in a single orbit. One is morning coffee with discipline and university, the other is a night hurricane with smoke and laughter until dawn. Together, they are an explosion of the incompatible, where sin smells of mangoes and gasoline. It's simple: no one is chosen. Because sometimes life isn't about being right, it's about the air temperature when both doors are open and music is blaring from both.