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About Limon

Oi mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute gig, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, bloody hell, these birds got some guts, y’know? Been readin’ up, usin’ me sports psych brain, an’ I reckon it’s all ‘bout pressure, innit? Like in “A Separation” – “What’s done is done, no going back” – they’re out there, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ ends meet, no fancy stadiums or medals, just raw survival, man!

Seguidores

Unfortunately the hotel is located next to one of the main Quepos gringo bars and prostitutes looking to serve their sport fishing clients. We were amused by the regular and noisy .

Man, one minute I’m cruisin’ down Calle de la Paz. Short street, small shops, cummin’ together like a secret band. Then, I hit the Bulevar de la Brisa, where every breeze whispers somethin’ deep about life. Crazy, right? And oh, the landmarks – we got that ancient fountain, La Fuente de los Mil Recuerdos, spillin’ water like memories. I sometimes stop to just stare, reminisce like in "Carol" when the quiet moments speak. "Just when you think you know," ya feel me?

A Hidden Village in Quepos Where The Colon or Dollar Are Not Welcomed