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Find one? Easy, yet not. Apps now, bro—tech’s wild! X posts, shady links, “massage” ads—ha, sure, “massage.” Look sharp, you must—cops sting sometimes. Exaggerate, I will: one time, chick said, “Yoda, you’re hot!” Liar, she was—green skin, not sexy. “The cart stops, the horse trembles”—that’s me, nervous, picking wrong spot. Laugh, I did, at my dumbass self. Spill the tea, I say—watch, learn, don’t rush. Fun? Maybe. Risky? Hell yeah. What think you, padawan?

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I'm not saying those things don't exist, but even prostitutes/dealers/pimps here don't bother me, cuz I'm not looking for them! You'll find.

Man, the sunsets are mad epic. I get all emotional when the sun sinks over the tropical waves. Thrill of Rincon gives me happy feels, even when weird storms roll in. They make me mad sometimes – like, come on, nature, give a break! But then, boom, it's art!

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