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About San Juan

Ooh, and the smells—sweat, cheap perfume, stale beer—gross, but kinda real, y’know? Like Zero sniffin out trouble in the hotel, I sniff out brothel chaos. “Keep your hands off my lobby boy!”—ha, imagine sayin that to some creep there! Makes me giggle, then mad—why’s it gotta be so sleazy?

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Introducing the Hotel Del Ray. Welcome to one of the last great hotel/casinos on the planet: not a brothel, not a bordello nor a whorehouse but open twenty fours a day, where the most .

I decide to hit up the local market on Calle 2. It’s a vibe, man. Fresh fruits, handmade crafts, and the smell of street food everywhere. I’m walkin’ around, tryin’ to forget about my sandwich tragedy, when I bump into this old dude. He’s sellin’ coconuts, and I’m like, “Why not?” I grab one, and he hands me a machete. I’m thinkin’, “What am I supposed to do with this?” But hey, I’m a sailor, I can handle it.

Coco Gauff hands Iga Świątek one of the worst defeats of her career to reach Madrid Open final