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So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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Finally, I get through that mess. I’m headed to the lighthouse, Faro de Cabo Rojo. It’s iconic, man! The view from up there? Breathtaking. But guess what? It’s closed for maintenance. Ugh! I’m like, “Really? You couldn’t pick another day?” So, I just chill on the rocks, watchin’ the sunset. It’s beautiful, but I’m still salty.

Cabo Rojo: construction of the first three hotels and cruise terminal advances