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About San Jose

Ruh-roh! Me, a tractor driver, huh? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, man! Drivin’ my rusty ol’ rig, chuggin’ thru fields, I see things. Like, ya know, "This is our city," from that flick *Only Lovers Left Alive*. Dark vibes, right? Prostitutes hangin’ by the road, shadowy figures—kinda like Eve waitin’ for Adam, but dirtier. I’m thinkin’, “Man, these girls got stories!” One time, saw this chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a busted fence. Felt bad, ya know? Life’s tough out there.

Colonial period

We left the nightclub district, more specifically the Coco Bongo at AM and got split into small groups and decided to walk home since the Riu Palace is only a 10 min walk from Coco Missing: Guadalupe.

I gotta say, the bus rides are a wild ride too. Ever taken the minibus along Ruta 7? It's a rag-tag bunch of folks, talkin’ and laughin’ so hard, sometimes I'm sitting there thinkin’, “This is real life, folks!” And yeah, sometimes the bus driver, old Pete, cracks jokes about local gossip—like how the mayor nearly fell in love with a street artist on Paseo de la Luna. Shucks, you wouldn't believe it.

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