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About Alajuela

So, whores, eh? They’re like ports in a storm – always there, but ye don’t stare too long. Used t’ see this one lass, Peg-Leg Polly, in Tortuga. Had a wooden leg, carved with hearts – swore it was from a duke she bedded! Made me laugh ‘til me rum spilled. “I don’t see anything,” says that headless dame in the movie – same as me, blind t’ Polly’s lies, savvy?

Historiography

Oh yess, each day is like a surreal movie scene – "I felt as lost as Bob" heh heh. We whisper sweet nothings, and sometimes, we cry over the little joys and the silly pains. San-Isidro, oh, it’s a tangled weave of passion and quirky madness. Don’t forget: "We're both very lost," mmm, and that's our magic here, my precious friend. Enjoy the ride, yes, so very real and messy, just like me, my precious!

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