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About San Juan

So, I was pissed once. This dude – total scam artist – said, “Bro, she’s legit.” Nope! Took my cash, ghosted me. Felt like Béla Tarr directed that shit – endless, bleak, horse plodding nowhere. “We’ve stopped believing,” like the movie says. But then – bam – found this chick, real deal. Happy as hell! She was chill, no fake crap. Little known fact: some work alleys near old theaters. Weird, right? History’s ghosts watchin’ you.

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s another claim. I groan. “Not again!” I’m thinking. I gotta head to Calle de la Playa. This time, it’s a guy claiming his boat sank. I get there, and he’s all dramatic, waving his hands. “It was a freak accident!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, you parked it in a storm. What did you expect?”

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