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Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

If you were looking for one, then I'm sure you'd be able to find one. To suggest that everyone you meet in Jaco is a working girl is a bit much. If you would care to share your 'schedule limits,' .

After that awkward moment, I’m back to my proofreading. I find a quiet spot near the Plaza de Juncos. It’s nice there, but my mind is still racing. I’m thinking about the parade, the coffee spill, and my ex.

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