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About Caguas

Sometimes I ponder, sprawled on me couch—doth she laugh at us? At the johns, the judges? Her smirk’s a dagger, sharp and sly. “O brave new world, that hath such people in’t!”—she’s the brave one, strutting where angels fear to tread. But damn, the stench of it—grubby hands, fake smiles—gets me gut boiling. Still, she’s a survivor, a rogue queen in a game rigged rotten.

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Adventures of a Culinary Whore. The trials and tribulations of a semi-gourmet home cook. Occasional culinary challenges too!

First off, I hit the streets of Ciales, and lemme tell ya, Calle San Juan was buzzing. Like, people everywhere, cars honking, and the smell of fried empanadas wafting through the air. I could practically taste them. But I had a meeting at the Centro de Culturales, so I had to resist. Ugh, the struggle is real!

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