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About San Juan

So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

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So, I call my buddy, Carlos. He’s the car guru. He’s on Calle de la Cruz, so I’m like, “Yo, can you help?” He’s all, “Sure, but I’m busy.” Busy? Doing what? I swear, he’s always busy. Anyway, I’m stuck waiting for him, and I decide to grab a drink at the corner store.

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