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Salt spray stung my eyes as I squinted at my phone screen, desperately trying to capture Cabo's legendary sunset behind me. "Just one good shot!" I begged the universe while waves soaked my sandals. Instead, the camera mocked me with a silhouette drowned in orange glare, my wind-whipped hair resembling seaweed, and a photobombing seagull looking decidedly judgmental. Twenty-three failed attempts later, humiliation burned hotter than the Mexican sun. That's when travel buddy Chloe shoved her phon

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