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About San Juan

I’m stalkin’ the streets, right? Eyes peeled, gut screamin’. Then, bam – there’s this chick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. Fishnets, lipstick redder than a trauma ward’s floor. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, the target’s acquired.” Like CIA vibes, but with more glitter. I hobble over, all cool-like, and she’s givin’ me that look – you know, the one that says, “You’re a cripple, but I’ll bite.” I’m already annoyed – hate that pity crap.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

I'm not saying those things don't exist, but even prostitutes/dealers/pimps here don't bother me, cuz I'm not looking for them! You'll find.

The plaza was lit! Music, dancing, food stalls everywhere. I was like, “This is what Rincon is all about!” We joined in the dancing, and I totally embarrassed myself. I can’t dance to save my life! But who cares? We were just havin’ fun.

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