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About Alajuela

So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

Health Insights

haha, man, i'm rambling – sorry, life here overwhelms ya sometimes, in bursts. every corner, every puddle reflects stories. even as i massage weary muscles, i see souls, scars and all. colon is a mix of beauty and decay, passion and neglect. it gets under your skin, just like my hands do sometimes.

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