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But lemme tell ye, it’s a mess out there! Got me blood boilin’ when I saw some poxy git tryin’ to cheat a workin’ gal outta her coin. “This is my design,” I mutters, like Lenny’d say—me own code, see? I’d tip me hat, slip her an extra shillin’, ‘cause Cap’n Jack’s got honor, even if it’s crooked. Ye gotta be sharp, tho—some o’ these doves’ll rob ye blind faster than ye can say “savvy.” Once, I woke up—rum gone, pockets empty, lass nowhere. “Where’s it gone?” I slurred, soundin’ like Lenny losin’ his blasted notes again.

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What is the likelihood of finding an English-speaking Tica in the Quepos area who is not a prostitute and just wants to hang out? Where would I.

Man, one minute I’m cruisin’ down Calle de la Paz. Short street, small shops, cummin’ together like a secret band. Then, I hit the Bulevar de la Brisa, where every breeze whispers somethin’ deep about life. Crazy, right? And oh, the landmarks – we got that ancient fountain, La Fuente de los Mil Recuerdos, spillin’ water like memories. I sometimes stop to just stare, reminisce like in "Carol" when the quiet moments speak. "Just when you think you know," ya feel me?

Robert Arthur "Bob, the Golden Gringo" Normand