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About San Juan

So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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Then, we decide to hit up the local market on Calle de la Libertad. Man, that place is a treasure trove! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all the local crafts. I’m checkin’ out some handmade jewelry when I spot this old lady. She’s sellin’ these colorful masks. I’m like, “Yo, I need one of those!”

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