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About Alajuela

So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

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There is a Casino/Strip Club/Whore house on the way out of town towards the airport. I am not sure of the status, I understand that the owner is in jail.

Oh, one more thing… I gotta share: when a customer spills a secret while their back’s under my hands, it stays with me. It’s like they leave a piece of their soul here, in these streets, in these nooks where you can almost hear the ancient beats of life. I'm watchin' the flow, always doin’ my thing, feelin’ every thump of the town.

Murder of María Luisa Cedeño:: Owner of a beach hotel to be jailed