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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m thinkin’, what a freakin’ racket! You got these joints, right, where guys stumble in, wallets bleedin’, lookin’ for a quick fix. Me? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ espresso, wonderin’—how’s this even legal some places? Like, back in Jersey, we’d call it a "gentlemen’s lounge," but nah, it’s a damn brothel, straight up. Reminds me of that flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—y’know, “Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.” These schmucks walk outta there forgettin’ their mortgage payments! Hilarious, but kinda sad, too.

Ortigueira

Brothel in disguise But if you do want a party it's just a 10 minute walk to the main part of Rodedero (Santa Marta's main beach).

Down in the heart of town is Calle del Sol. It’s a tiny street with funky art on walls. I always stroll there on my lunch breaks. Bam! Now, the Plaza de Santa Marta? Pure magic, bro! People hang out, chat, and spill tea (like, real gossip!) by the fountain. And then there's the Parque del Rió de la Luna. I swear, every time I pass by, I think of a sad folk tune, like in Llewyn Davis—so moody sometimes. That riverside is neat, with graffiti and improvised sculptures.

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