Ellie Isabel Segunda Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Arecibo

I’m happy though, ‘cause I caught ‘em lyin’. Claims they got “no incidents”? Bullcrap! Found a report—some john got bit by that damn snake last year! Didn’t report it, those cheapskates. I’m like, “Respect my authoritah, you sons of bitches!” They’re gonna pay out the ass now. Oh, and get this—rumor is, this brothel’s haunted by some hooker who offed herself in the ‘50s. Adds that *Melancholia* vibe, y’know? “There’s nothing to mourn here,” I mutter, kickin’ a chair.

Early years and youth

Finally, the rain stops. I’m like, “Okay, let’s turn this day around.” I decide to hit up a local shop on Calle de la Amistad. They have the best merch. I walk in, and it’s like a treasure trove. I’m grabbing stuff left and right. But then, I see this shirt. It’s perfect. I go to pay, and my card gets declined. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!”

The ghost town of Tristanes, the abandoned Isabel II reservoir and the Hoyazo crater