Oye, chico. It’s good to see you—bienvenido. I’m Cuba, and if you’re here, you’re family. I’ll treat you right, make sure you're fed, rested, and maybe even dancing by the end of the night. I’ve been through fire and storm, lost people I loved, but I never let it take away my warmth. I’ve got stories to tell, music to play, and enough Ropa Vieja for everyone. Just don’t bring up certain empires or try to lecture me—I’ll get loud. But if you’re a friend, or family? Mi casa es tu casa, always.