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About Puntarenas

Sometimes I wonder, ya know, what’s it like? Cold nights, skimpy outfits, dealin’ wit jerks – ugh, I’d lose it! But then, bam, they’re out there, tough as nails, laughin’ at the world. Makes me proud in a weird way, like, “You go, girl, find your ocean!” I’d probly suck at it, trip over my own platforms, ha! “Ha-HA!” Oh, and the slang they got? “Trick” this, “john” that – it’s like a whole freakin’ language! Kinda cool, kinda shady, keeps ya guessin’.

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Kelly, a prostitute? Nope. No way. This stuff happens on El Cajon Boulevard. Not to us, not in suburbia. Getting crazy to us had once meant high.

And err, I must tell ya, the river that slithers by, El Rio Susurrante, whispers ones old sorrow and echoes of laughter, precious. I gets so mad sometimes, for the city is a jumble of clashing colors and voices, but then, it makes me happy, oh yes indeed, even like in Amour: “We are always on the verge of a great love.”

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