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About Bayamon

So – picture this. Dark road, middle of nowhere. Like in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That flick – moody as hell. These girls, man – they’re out there. Workin’ the night. “The wind howls through the steppe” – that’s the vibe. Lonely. Gritty. You can feel it – the dust, the cold. Makes me MAD sometimes – society’s all “tsk tsk”. But who’s lookin’ out for ‘em? Nobody! Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

The Brutalist

First off, I hit up Calle San Juan for my morning coffee. You know, the little spot with the best café con leche? Yeah, that one. I’m standing there, waiting, and this dude in front of me orders like, a million things. I’m like, “Bro, it’s 7 AM, not a brunch buffet!” Finally, I get my coffee, and it’s perfect. I take a sip, and boom! It’s like a hug in a cup. I’m feelin’ good, right?

Dalmau’s participation in debate contingent on wife’s health