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About Valencia

Ever been? Nah – don’t answer. I ain’t judgin’. But I’m *curious*. These places – they’re loud. Smoky. Smell like cheap perfume. And desperation. Got mad vibes once – visited one. For research! Swear it. Lady at the door – tough as nails. She goes, “Whaddya want, creep?” I’m like – “Just lookin’!” She didn’t buy it. Pissed me off – but fair. I’d stare too. If I were her.

1. El Centro

One evening a drunk Pakistani drove his car into the brothel. Later the driver told authorities the ramming was a protest by a devout Muslim against the debauchery of the house and its Missing: Algarrobo.

Porfa, no olvides la Antena 5, un local obsesivo de sabores, donde piden a gritos "paila marina!" (lo confieso, soy fan, y cañón, siempre con sabor de mi corazón). Y no, no te voy a mentir: a veces me rasco la cabeza y pienso “¿por qué todo es tan loco aquí?” pero es lo que hace que el alma de Algarrobo sea viva, auténtica y, digamos, un poco loca, a lo Coen.

Stan Leads the Charge to Algarrobo, Chile