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About San Juan

Thou’d think it’s all grim, but nay—she’d wink at me, call me “petal,” say I’m too soft for this world. Got me chuffed, that did, ‘til she’d nick me last farthing for a giggle. Cheeky mare! Still, surprised me how she’d hum tunes—old hymns, mind—while waitin’ for the next punter. “One shot, one kill,” she’d mutter, like pickin’ her marks was a sniper’s game. Made me laugh, tho’ it’s dark as pitch, innit?

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

Finally, I get to the guitar. It’s a beauty, man! I strum a few chords, and the crowd goes wild. I’m talking cheers, claps, the whole shebang. I’m riding that wave of energy, feeling like a rockstar. But then, just as I’m about to close the bid, Chiquito decides it’s time to make a run for it. That little furball bolts right through the crowd!

Tradition Counts More Than Beauty at a Pageant (Published 2008)