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About San Juan

I reckon I’d be tickled pink sittin’ in one, sippin’ sweet tea—nah, probly rotgut—listenin’ to stories. One time, I heard tell of a brothel in Nevada where the madam kept a pet parrot that cussed worse’n a sailor. Had me laughin’ so hard I near bout fell off my porch! But then—lordy—it hits ya: them gals ain’t got no fancy swords or slow-mo escapes like in *The Assassin*. They’re stuck, y’know? “Time drifts, shadows deepen,” Hou Hsiao-hsien’d whisper, and I’d nod, feelin’ that ache.

Events at Tattletales

Came here years ago—life, changed it did. Walkin' along Avenida Libertad, chill vibes all around, ain't it? Parks like Parque de la Paz, man, so quiet sometimes, like, even you can hear the wind, hmmm... remind me of that line "Love is a drug" from that flick, Requiem for a Dream, echoes of passions lost and found, yeah.

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