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Favorite part? The hustle. These chicks, they smart—playin’ dudes like fiddles, stackin’ paper. One time, heard ‘bout this madam in Nevada, ran her spot like a fuckin’ empire—taxes paid, health checks, legit as Walmart! Blew my mind, motherfucker! But the stench? Hell naw—stale beer, cheap perfume, regret. Stinks worse than a dead fish on that island in *The Return*.

‘Brits cause the least problems’

After that, I hit up Calle de la Cruz. There’s this little shop that sells the best coquito. I’m talkin’ creamy coconut goodness that’ll make ya forget your troubles. I grab a cup, and as I’m sippin’, I see this old guy tryin’ to parallel park his truck. It’s a disaster! He’s goin’ back and forth, and I’m just standin’ there, popcorn in hand, watchin’ the show. Finally, he gets out, throws his hands up, and yells, “I’m done!” Classic.

The story of how a German tourist ended up mistaking Bangor for San Francisco