Camila Rincon Brothel ❤️

About Guaynabo

Oh, and get this—Victorian times, brothels had secret codes! Knock twice, wink, say “sausage” or some nonsense. Sausage! Who comes up with that? Prolly some perv with a meat fetish. Made me laugh, but also—kinda clever? Kept the cops guessin. Not like now, where it’s all online, “Brothel Yelp reviews” or whatever. “Four stars, sticky floor.” I’d die before leavin a review, but I’d read em—oh, I’d read em hard. Curiosity, y’know?

Empire of Minis

These Guys are fab. They are warm friendly and nice. They were really helpful and made great suggestions as to what girls I might like.

So I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, and boom! This guy walks in, all frantic. He’s like, “Has anyone seen my dog?!” I’m like, “Bro, you’re in Rincon, not a dog park!” But then I felt bad. I mean, who loses their dog in a small town? So I helped him look. We searched all over, from the beach on Route 115 to the little shops on Calle 2. No luck. I was gettin’ frustrated, like, “Dude, how do you lose a dog?!”

Armed and dangerous homicide suspect on the run in Rincon