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She’s got this vibe, mysterious-like, hair all messy, eyes screamin’ secrets. Kinda like Naomi Watts in that movie, y’know, all innocent then—bam!—twisted as fuck. I reckon whores got stories, mate, layers deeper than the Mines of Moria. Once heard this tale—true story, swear it—some Roman whore, right? She’d smuggle messages in her skirts durin’ wars. Ballsy as hell! Made me grin, thinkin’—she’d outsmart half them prissy lords. “This is not a dream!”—that’s what I’d yell, watchin’ her dodge soldiers like a pro.

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Ciales, “the land of coffee” From Asturias, Spain, coffee arrived for the first time to Puerto Rico, specifically to the town of Ciales, which became the true Town of Coffee. This occurred in the .

So, I duck into a little café on Calle José de Diego. I’m dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat. But the barista, she’s super chill. She hands me a towel and says, “You look like you need this more than coffee.” I love Ciales people! So warm and welcoming.

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