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You wake in a walled garden, overlooked by a bright house painted cobalt blue, a shade darker than the cloudless sky overhead. Inside the house, you see a woman with a lush monobrow stood at an easel, pondering a half-finished painting of naked women surrounded by slightly suggestive vines. It’s Frida Kahlo! It looks like Frida is having some serious trouble with her painting, probably because there’s a ruckus outside the garden walls from what sounds like an army of barking dogs.
You see Frida slam down her paintbrush and dash out through the garden to the streets beyond. You follow behind her and watch as Frida pets a variety of stray dogs roaming the streets of her well-to-do corner of M...