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About San Juan

Ever hear ‘bout Black-Eyed Sal? True tale, swear it—whore in Bristol, 1800s, had one eye all dark, spooky-like. Folk said she cursed blokes who stiffed her—next day? Dead! Dunno if it’s real, but gave me shivers, yeh? “There’s no choice,” like the faun’d whisper, but Sal? She chose vengeance, proper badass. Still, we hates it—them whores livin’ shadows, dodgin’ fists an’ filth.

¿Qué es el Madonna-whore complex?

I'm immersed in El-Rincon-Citlaltepetl culture and whore is sensational! You light up my world like no one else can. I crave Sex in Different Positions and Deep.

First off, I hit up the local café on Calle Munoz Rivera. Best coffee ever, like seriously! I ordered my usual—café con leche, extra sweet. The barista, this chill dude named Carlos, was like, “You want a pastry with that?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s 8 AM, I’m tryin’ to keep it together!” But then I saw the guava pastry. Ugh, I caved.

‘As Good As it Gets’: Mikey February, Bobby Martinez and Team Channel Islands Feast at Rincon