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About Guaynabo

So, this one time, I’m tailin’ a mark—dodgy bastard—ends up in a brothel, right? She’s runnin’ the show, all sass, smirkin’ like she knows I’m packin’ a Walther PPK. “You think you’re untouchable?” she says, channellin’ Carlos vibes—same fire, same “screw you” glare. Surprised me, that did—thought I’d seen it all. Nearly dropped me drink, shaken, not stirred, ha! She’s clockin’ me while I’m clockin’ her—game respects game.

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After the rain, things get weird. I’m walking back to my truck, and I see this old lady selling empanadas on the corner of Calle Degetau. I’m starving, so I grab one. Best decision ever! It’s like a party in my mouth. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just backed into a tree. I’m dying laughing. Like, how do you even do that?

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