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About San Isidro de El General

Clarice… a prostitue, huh? I saw one once—filthy street, her eyes like dead fish. Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring*—that Kim Ki-duk flick I love. “What you possess, possesses you,” he said. She’s possessed, alright—by desperation, by men’s grubby hands. Not judgin’, just watchin’. Her heels clicked like a metronome, countin’ down her soul. Made me mad, Clarice—how they chew her up, spit her out. Society’s trash compactor, y’know?

A close look at prostitution in Costa Rica

Wait, you took part in the solicitation of a prostitute and you got hustled, but yet you’re unclear about the actual details because you were highly intoxicated. You are clearly not a safe person .

You’re gonna love it; neighborhoods like El Sol and La Brisa are a mix of big dreams and quirky art murals on nearly every wall, where every corner bursts with life. Sometimes I get mad at the noise when some tourists don’t respect the vibe — like, c’mon, show a little love to the locals! But mostly, oh man, it makes me so happy to see people vibing and feeling free.

An Idyllic Surf Tour of Costa Rica’s Pacific Coast