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About Guaynabo

Lemme tell ya, I’m no expert, but I’ve heard stories—wild ones! Didja know in Amsterdam they got these window girls? Like a damn human vending machine! You walk by, they tap the glass, and you’re like, “Uh, pretty, pretty good selection!” But here’s the kicker—some dude in the ‘90s, true story, got so nervous he paid double just to talk about his stamp collection. Freakin’ stamps! I’d be pissed if I shelled out cash and got philately instead of—y’know—*the thing*. Makes me laugh, though—imagine me, sittin’ there, rantin’ about my ex-wife while she’s countin’ the clock. “Time’s money, Larry!” she’d say. Hilarious!

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First off, I hit up Calle José de Diego for breakfast. You know, the usual—bacon, eggs, and a café con leche that could wake the dead. I swear, that coffee was like rocket fuel. I was buzzing! But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. My boss wants me to do a refractor job at the last minute. Ugh!

'Tardes de soledad' carries off the Golden Shell at the San Sebastian Festival's 72nd edition