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About Guaynabo

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

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Black Angus in San Juan. Tip top whore house. Cheap wets, pretty girls, invariably get pick pocketed and then if you are really lucky they mistake you for a septic when you leave the joint .

Then, I decided to stroll down to La Placita. You know, the place where the party never stops? I was vibin’ to the music, feeling the energy. But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring! Like, I’m talkin’ torrential downpour. I was soaked in seconds. I mean, who needs a shower when you can just walk in the rain, right?

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