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Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

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Havana's nightlife has its Bermuda Triangle on Galiano Street, where the Cumbaking, and V&S bars are concentrated.

That’s Galliano (us) for ya – raw, real, and rebellious. Each crack in the pavement holds a tale – some mad, some happy, and some kinda shocking. Not perfect. But, ohhh, it’s home. So take a stroll, feel the vibe – and always remember, “The streets, they breathe.”

He announced his departure in a thoughtful social media caption this morning.