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About San Juan

Me, I’d waltz in, all charm—*burdened with glorious purpose*—and they’d be like, “Who’s this posh git?” I’d sip their rubbish ale, smirking. Once saw a brothel in Soho—dodgy place, sticky floors, girls eyeing ya like wolves. One lass, cheeky as hell, says, “Fancy a tumble, love?” I’m like, “Darling, I’m a god, not desperate.” She laughed—good sport, that one. Made me happy, her sass—rare spark in that dump.

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I chop the coconut like a pro, and it’s like a mini celebration. I’m sippin’ the water, feelin’ like a king. But then, I see a kid eyein’ my coconut. I’m like, “Nah, man, back off!” But he’s persistent. So, I give him a sip. Kid’s face lights up like it’s Christmas. I’m feelin’ good again.

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