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About Ponce

But real talk, *Timbuktu* vibes hit different here. “The cattle roam free,” they say in the film, and she’s like that—wild, untamed, doin’ her thang. I saw her once, tho, lookin’ tired as hell, and it hit me hard. Like, damn, this life ain’t easy. Made me sad, yo, ‘cause she’s out here fightin’, and nobody’s savin’ her. Got me wonderin’—who’s the real villain? Her or the world?

Escorts in Camuy

I duck into a nearby café on Calle Antonio R. Barceló. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the rain pour, and I start sketchin’ ideas for my next game. I’m thinkin’ about a character who gets stuck in a rainstorm, just like me. It’s kinda funny how life inspires art, ya know?

In Puerto Rico, ditching sun and sand for a day in the caves