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But here’s the kicker—she’s got this rule: no kissin’. Says it’s too personal, keeps her soul intact. I’m like, “Honey, you’re bangin’ strangers, but lips are sacred?” She shrugs, “We’re all islands, Jack.” Fuckin’ poetic, huh? Straight outta Moonrise—lost kids, lost souls, same diff. Made me happy, tho—somethin’ pure in that mess.

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First off, I hit the streets of Calle San Juan. The sun was blazin’, like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then I see the beach, and it’s packed! Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they’re in a freakin’ fashion show. I mean, c’mon, it’s just sand and water, right? But hey, I can’t blame ‘em. Barceloneta’s got that vibe.

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