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About San Juan

Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

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We visited a nice slightly forgotten hacienda in the hills of Lares called Hacienda Rullan. We also check out the cemetery there as well as.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m runnin’ for cover, dodgin’ puddles like I’m in a video game. I duck into this lil’ shop on Calle de la Libertad. It’s packed with all these handmade crafts. I’m lookin’ around, and I see this beautiful necklace. I’m like, “I need this in my life!” But then, I check my wallet. Ugh, broke as a joke!

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