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Dude, so I’m sittin here, thinkin bout whores, right? Like, not just any whore, but *the* whore vibe, ya know? “Melancholia” style, man—Keanu Reeves here, stoic brevity, “Whoa.” That movie, Lars von Trier, 2011, fuckin heavy shit. Depression, planets crashin, whores in the mix—kinda. I see this whore, not literal, but like, a symbol, bro. She’s all glammed up, struttin, but inside? Total chaos, man, like Kirsten Dunst in that flick, just waitin for the end.

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There is a nasty local whore house in San Juan del Sur near where the river hits the beach. You can go inside, have a beer and check the sex workers. Erotic.

Ahh, all these spots make my heart go pitter-patter. Walkin’ through the narrow alleys in barrio El Sol, I’d always see a mix of old walls, stray dogs, and kids racin’ on bikes. Sometimes, I have these thoughts – so random – like “You know, life’s just a big ol’ puzzle.” And yeah, sometimes I get all emotional, thinking ‘bout how every sigh and touch here tells a tale.

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