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About San Juan

So, last week—d’oh!—I’m cruisin’ downtown, belly fulla donuts, lookin’ for some action. Streets are buzzin’, lights flashin’, and I’m like, “Marge’d kill me, but whatever!” You gotta dodge the cops, tho—sneaky bastards. Fun fact: back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out. Crazy, right? Imagine that—blonde wig, high heels, waitin’ under a lamp post like some ninja from “The Assassin.” “She moves in silence,” like the movie says, and bam, there she is!

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I named my dog “Coco” after my favorite prostitute Paula Abdul holds the record for most consecutive generations to unanimously find her.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, torrential downpour. I’m sprintin’ for cover, and I end up in this tiny bar on Calle 3. It’s packed, and everyone’s lookin’ at me like I’m the wettest dog in the world. I order a rum, because why not? I need to drown my sorrows, right?

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