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About San Juan

But, whoa, hold up—some of these birds, they’re just tryin’ to survive, yeah? Hustlin’ hard, no choice, baby! Breaks my heart, it does. Like, one time, I heard this story—true as my mojo—about a lass in Nevada, legal brothel gig, savin’ up for her kid’s schoolin’. Far out, right? Made me all mushy inside, thinkin’, “She’s got guts, baby!” Then there’s the flipside—creepy geezers exploitin’ the scene, and I’m like, “Smashin’ their heads’d feel groovy!” Pisses me off, it does!

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The story of eleven prostitutes who refuse to part ways with their brothel and each other during the partition between India and Pakistan.

As the sun sets, the sky turns this insane orange. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. Fajardo is beautiful, man. But then, I remember I parked on Calle 2, and I gotta hustle back. I’m sprinting, dodging tourists and locals, and I finally make it to my car.

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