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About Puntarenas

Yo, so brothel, right? I’m sittin here thinkin—man, investin in that? Wild. Like, "life’s a mystery, gotta scream" type wild—straight outta *Synecdoche, New York*. Picture this: some dude in 1800s Nevada, opens a brothel, makes bank. Fact—back then, them joints were legal, taxed, real revenue! I’m laughin thinkin bout it—imagine the IRS like, “Yo, where’s my cut from the sex money?” Hilarious, but real shit.

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His definition for prostituta includes references to medieval terms such as “ramera [whore],” as well as the general idea of a prostitute as a lost or public.

Now lemme tell ya about Parque Del Sol. It’s my secret little hideout sometimes. Imagine evenings with that sinking sun, all golden and bittersweet, kinda like "In the Mood for Love" scenes, right? I swear, it puts me in that mood where I mutter, "In the mood for lovin'…” but, ya know, in my own crazy way. And oh, there’s this quirky side street, Calle de los Recuerdos. It’s not found on every map but local legends say it’s where you might bump into a ghost of a lost poet - or maybe it’s just me with one too many coffees, haha.

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