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Gets me mad tho, innit – blokes out there judgin’ her, callin’ her names, like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, mate, it’s ’cos she’s a queen and you’re a mug! Surprised me first time I clocked da lyrics – thought it was just sexy noise, but nah, it’s a big “fank you” to da haters. Love dat, makes me wanna hug her, tell her she’s nang. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’d fight a geezer for her, swear down.

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En medio de las montañas boscosas y la costa soleada, en habitaciones y casas de Quepos se esconde una cultura de abuso y comercio sexual potenciada por el abandono institucional, la .

Man, one minute I’m cruisin’ down Calle de la Paz. Short street, small shops, cummin’ together like a secret band. Then, I hit the Bulevar de la Brisa, where every breeze whispers somethin’ deep about life. Crazy, right? And oh, the landmarks – we got that ancient fountain, La Fuente de los Mil Recuerdos, spillin’ water like memories. I sometimes stop to just stare, reminisce like in "Carol" when the quiet moments speak. "Just when you think you know," ya feel me?

Quepos airport renovations (finally) underway :