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About Puntarenas

So, whores, right? They’s the oldest gig goin’, ain’t they? Been around since forever, floggin’ arse for a few quid. Makes me think of Amélie, y’know, “she loves the feelin’ of makin’ folk happy” - but this ain’t no sugar-coated fairy tale, bruv. Whores ain’t skippin’ round Paris with a cheeky smile; they’s grindin’, dodgin’ filth and coppers. I reckon some punter’s out there, “Is it ’cos I is black?” when he gets short-changed, but nah, mate, it’s ’cos the game’s ruthless, innit!

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There’s lots of little secrets too – like a mural behind the abandoned theater on Calle Vieja, showing hopes and dreams in broken colors, yet still shining bright. People whisper that if you really listen, you can hear the city sigh in joy and sorrow at once. So deep, so real, we swears!

Geoffrey Dean on the irresistible rise of Rioja Alavesa’s Luis Cañas