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About San Juan

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey vibes on blast, “I can see Russia from my house!” style, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s like that shady chick Grace from *Dogville*, ya know? “The world’s a dump, kid,” she’d say, and damn, she ain’t wrong! Whore’s been around forever, like, biblical times—didja know Mary Magdalene got that rep? Total BS, probs, but people love a juicy story. Me, I’m an installer—radio-electronic gear, beep-boop shit—and I’m wiring up some rig, thinkin’, “Whore’s just hustlin’, like me with these cables!”

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While I’m waitin’, I spot this dude on Calle de la Playa. He’s got a sign sayin’ “Free hugs for gamers.” I’m like, “What?!” I mean, who doesn’t love a free hug? So, I go for it. Best decision ever. Dude smells like nachos, but whatever. I needed that hug, man.

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