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About Caguas

Here’s the deal—prostitutes got skills, man. They read people, dodge cops, hustle hard. One time, heard this story—gal named Trixie, worked the docks, saved up, bought a freakin boat! Sailed off—poof, gone! Surprised me, dude, didn’t think they planned that big. I’m picturin her now, smokin hot, leanin on the rail, “Blessed are the forgetful,” she’d say, quotin the movie, ya know?

The Museum of Contemporary Art

First stop? La Plaza de Moca. You know, that spot where everyone hangs out? I needed my café con leche fix. I hit up this little joint on Calle José de Diego. The barista, she’s like a magician with that coffee. I swear, one sip and I was ready to conquer the world. Or at least, the block.

Improving diagnostic accuracy of the Montreal Cognitive Assessment to identify post-stroke cognitive impairment