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About Quepos

So yeah, prostitutes, man – dey’re like ghosts, everywhere but invisible. “Lost in Translation” vibes, totally – dat quiet sadness, but wit a smirk. I’d say, “You’re not lost, I am!” to ‘em, half-jokin’. Dey hustle, we shuffle papers – who’s da real sucker? Ha! Gotta laugh, or I’d cry at dis desk. Vhat a world, eh?

Horrors of India's brothels documented

One of the police acts like if she was a prostitute to enter the house. Riquelme finds out that Corona went in the house that looks suspicious.

I gotta tell ya, the vibe here makes me smile sometimes and just makes me fume other times. Like on El Mirador, a street that runs along Río Angostura – the river twists like a freaking serpent. I remember one time, I was strolling right there, and a couple arguing, almost a full-blown soap opera, playing out before my very eyes. Kinda like a live movie scene, ya feel me? Unbelievable!

Paradise review – a whodunnit with wit, heart and Sterling K Brown. Who could ask for more?