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About Caguas

I’m sittin here, sippin coffee, thinkin—man, they’re tough. Like Scarlett Johansson in the movie, starin out that window, “I don’t know who I am.” Whores prolly feel that, stuck in a loop, dodgin creeps. Once heard a story—some chick in Vegas, saved up, bought a lil diner. Happy little trees sprouted from that mess! Surprised me, for real—grit like that? Respect.

Unable to Verify Your Identity

AI generated music human generated lyrics: reggae, alternative pop with male vocals.

First stop, I hit up Calle San Antonio. I’m cruising, jamming to some reggaeton, feeling the vibe. Then BAM! I see this dude on the side of the road, waving his arms like he’s trying to take off. Turns out, he’s trying to flag me down. I pull over, and he’s all frantic, talking about his car getting stolen. I’m like, “Bro, you sure it wasn’t just your bad parking?” But nah, he’s serious. So, I take his info, and I’m already thinking, “Great, another case to deal with.”

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