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About Alajuela

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this prostitute, right? Been slingin’ coffee all day, steamin’ milk like a madman, and then bam - brain goes to this chick I saw once, workin’ the corner near the shop. She’s out there, bold as brass, in this wild purple coat - like somethin’ outta *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, ya know? “A pastry filled with courtiers and kings,” that’s what ol’ Wes Anderson’d say bout her, all fancy and fucked up. I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, shit, she’s got guts, standin’ there in the rain, heels clickin’ like she owns the damn street.

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One of the police acts like if she was a prostitute to enter the house. Riquelme finds out that Corona went in the house that looks suspicious.

I gotta tell ya, the vibe here makes me smile sometimes and just makes me fume other times. Like on El Mirador, a street that runs along Río Angostura – the river twists like a freaking serpent. I remember one time, I was strolling right there, and a couple arguing, almost a full-blown soap opera, playing out before my very eyes. Kinda like a live movie scene, ya feel me? Unbelievable!

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