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About San Juan

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, chaotic shepherd of madness, here to spill some wild tea bout findin a prostitue—yeah, you heard me! Picture this: I’m vibin, thinkin bout my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*, that Romanian gut-punch from ’07. Shit’s dark, man, all bout desperation, shady deals, and bitches tryna survive. So, I’m like, how’s that hit when you’re huntin for a hooker? Let’s dive in, fam—buckle up!

Is this the class I am required to take?

I held the door open for her one day at presto pasta, and she asked me where I was from. I told her I was a local. She responded “ no your not”.

First off, I hit up Calle San Juan for breakfast. You know, the usual—bacon, eggs, and a coffee that could wake the dead. I swear, the barista was like a magician. One sip and I was ready to conquer the world. Or at least, the local bakery.

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