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About Guaynabo

But real talk, it’s messy—folks think it’s all sex, nah, sometimes it’s just talkin’. Lonely souls payin’ for a ear. Kinda sad, kinda sweet—hits me in the chest. “Blood on your hands,” Ida’s line echoes—ain’t that life tho? Escort’s just louder bout it. Me, I’d never judge—live your truth, fam. Just don’t tell me you’re “escorting” me to the DMV—that’s a crime I’d kill for! Ha! Peace out, y’all—Morgan’s gotta rewatch *Ida* now.

Town and Gown Prostitution

After the rain, the streets were all shiny and fresh. I walked home, squishing in my wet shoes, but I didn’t care. I passed by the old church on Calle de la Esperanza, and it hit me. This city, with all its chaos, is home.

" Chicória " , onion and salad onion on a kitchen table, Santa Isabel do Rio Negro (E. Katz).