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About Guaynabo

Dunno, somethin bout the whole game gets me goin – the chaos, the rush, like I’m runnin Gotham’s streets again. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it FEELS huge, y’know? Growl, “You merely adopted the dark” – I’ve seen the shadows normals miss. Like how some prossies got regulars who bring ‘em food, not just cash – human side to it, warms the ol’ heart. Still, watch yerself – some’ll rob ya blind if ya ain’t sharp.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

So, I hit the streets of Aguada, feeling all pumped. First stop? La Playa de Aguada. The sun was shining, waves crashing, and I was ready to soak it all in. But then, bam! I step on a jellyfish. Like, seriously? Who puts jellyfish on the beach? I was hopping around like a crazy person, yelling, “What the heck?!”

Fort Aguada Jail Museum