Olivia Moca Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Juan

Oh, and get this—fun fact, swear it’s true: in old Nevada brothels, they had parrots! Yup, squawkin’ birds to warn if the law showed up! How dope is that? I’d have a parrot named Dwight, screamin’ “Intruder alert!”—haha, that’s my quirky brain for ya! Anyway, brothels got this gritty charm, like *City of God*’s streets—raw, messy, alive. “Everyone’s got a gun,” or in this case, everyone’s got a hustle!

Mirrored wardrobe in a brothel, Rue Quincampoix

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. I decided to hit up the Parque de los Próceres. It’s a chill spot, ya know? I plopped down on a bench, trying to dry off. I see this kid flying a kite, and I’m like, “Dude, that’s goals.” I used to fly kites all the time. But then, the wind picks up, and the kite crashes. I’m laughing, but also feeling for the kid.

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