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Oi mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? James Bond style—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Got me thinkin’ bout this prostitute, right? Not just any tart, mind you. Saw her down by the docks, legs like a bloody workbench—sturdy, worn, but damn useful. Reminds me of that flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. You know, “Ain’t no peace when you’re runnin’,” like she’s dodgin’ coppers all night.

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By contrast, prostitutes and other working women of Puntarenas, many immigrants from the "less European" populations of neighboring regions and most in concubinage, were freer to do what .

Man, I was cruisin’ down Paseo de los Mangos, and the air smelled like freedom and salt, with the waves whisperin’ secrets in our ears. I done got mad happy when I discovered this tucked away bazaar near the parque Uvita, where locals spit jokes and chill hard. yo, sometimes i even get lost in thought like “Life is a mystery, and we’re just floatin’ in it,” just like that movie said.

CTP: Buses must travel by ferry through Puntarenas during the La Amistad bridge closure