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So, findin one? Look sharp, stay chill. Dark alleys, coded winks—trust the Force. “I am your father,” I tell her. She giggles, “Creepy, but okay.” Humor saves it, man. Sarcasm’s my shield—use it. You’ll see shit others miss. Like me, oglin despair in *Melancholia*. It’s raw, real—prostitutes got stories. Listen close, or don’t bother. *breathes heavily* Peace out.

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Nearby, there's El Parque de los Susurros—a tiny park by the river Río de la Luna. That river, glinting under the hazy Costa Rican sun, whispers secrets to those who listen (or so the old timers say). I used to sit here, counting frogs, chillin’ after a long day of kneading tens of knotted backs. Hisss, precious, sometimes I swear the river speaks our names.

To the Costa Rican Pacific through Acosta, Without Tolls or Traffic Jams