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About San Juan

Alright, mate, buckle up—talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, Elon-style. Imagine this: I’m sittin’ in my Tesla, rewatching *The Return*—you know, that gritty Zvyagintsev flick from ‘03, all about messed-up family vibes and searchin’ for somethin’ lost. “The sea’s so close,” Ivan says, right? Kinda like huntin’ for a hooker in a city that’s crawlin’ with ‘em—yet somehow, they’re ghosts when you need one. Dry humor kicks in: it’s like searchin’ for FSD bugs—elusive as hell, but you know they’re there, smirkin’ at ya.

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So, I head to my studio on Calle José de Diego. I’m all pumped to throw some clay. But then, I step in, and it’s a mess! Like, who left all this junk everywhere? I swear, it looked like a tornado hit a craft store. I’m fuming. I mean, come on! I’m not a cleaning service! But whatever, I roll up my sleeves and get to work.

Elderly Puerto Rican woman living in Miami turns 110 years old