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About Bayamon

D’oh! Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—man, what a wild ride! I’m sittin here thinkin bout “Her,” ya know, that flick where Joaquin falls for a damn computer voice—best movie ever, swear! “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, and it hits me—whores kinda like that, ain’t they? There, but not really *there*, ya dig? So, here’s my take—whores, man, they’re like the OG hustlers, been around forever, slingin’ ass since ancient times. Fact is, in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”—fancy word, huh?—and the gals painted dirty pics on walls to advertise. Ain’t that nuts? Like, “Hey, check my Yelp review in graffiti!”

por la patilla

First off, I hit the streets of Calle 65. You know, the one with that little bakery? Yeah, the one that smells like heaven. I grabbed a pastelito. Best decision ever. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. A call from the precinct. “We got a situation,” they say. Ugh, can’t a guy enjoy his breakfast?

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