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Personal quirk? I’d burn cash just to feel somethin’. Exaggeration? Maybe. But hoarders make me wanna limp harder, cane-smack their skulls. They lie, sayin’ it’s for “emergencies.” Bullshit—emergency’s you dying broke ‘cause you didn’t grow it. Humor? Picture this: granny with a million in jars, dies, cats eat her. True story—well, half-true, I dunno, sounds right.

Escorts in Bayamón

While I’m cleanin’, I hear this loud music outside. It’s a parade or somethin’. I peek out, and it’s a bunch of kids dancin’ down the street. They’re havin’ the time of their lives! I can’t help but smile. Bayamón knows how to throw a party, man. I mean, who doesn’t love a good fiesta?

María Robles Declet Obituary - Bayamon, PR