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About Guaynabo

What gets me proper riled up is the hypocrisy, man – everyone’s judgin’, but half the world’s had a go at it, secret-like. *mumbles* Drives me up the wall! But then – happy vibes kick in, ‘cos the song don’t judge, nah, it just grooves, lets ya feel the heat of it. Surprised me, too – found out some old blues cat, Blind Willie, sang ‘bout the same shit way back. History’s full o’ these tales, mate, ain’t that a trip?

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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