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Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? I’m sittin here, crunchin numbers as an accountant—taxes, loopholes, all that jazz—and I think, man, this world’s a mess! Kinda like in *Toni Erdmann*, ya know, my fave flick—“Life’s a big misunderstandin!”—and I’m like, yep, that’s me tryna hire a pro. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, fool me twice—can’t get fooled again, right? Ha! Bush-ism numero uno.

Naranjito Escort

I rush over to the café on Calle de la Cruz. It’s packed! Like, who knew everyone in Naranjito was a coffee addict? I finally snag a table, and I’m trying to focus, but the barista is blasting reggaeton. I’m vibing, but c’mon, I need to work!

The saga of the Naranjito bridge in Puerto Rico, in context