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About San Juan

Brothels, they’s old as sin—did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had ‘em? Wall paintin’s showin’ the deeds, dirty as mud. Me likes that, yesss—history’s a sneaky bugger. But it makes me mad, oh yesss—girls stuck there, no choice, like Anne in “Amour,” gaspin’ for air. We wants to scream, don’t we? Smash it all!

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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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