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About Golfito

Favorite bit? This one gal – called her “Pixie” in my head – she’d sass cops like, “Fear’s my fuel, pigs!” Total badass. Reminds me of Anger in *Inside Out*, y’know? “I’m done playin’ nice!” she’d yell. Cracked me up – tiny chick, big vibes. But real talk, it’s rough – some cry at night, some laugh it off. Surprised me once, heard a prossie saved a dude from OD’ing – legit hero shit! Who knew, right?

Hospital San Juan de Dios

The old hospital mansion always had an inevitable aura of mystery and legend. Due, on the one hand, to the taboo that prostitution inspired and, on the other.

I gotta mention the swap sounds of the narrow lanes near Mercado Libertad. The smells of the fresh fish, mixed with spices, it's epic. You could literally lose yourself in conversation with a stranger in line, or maybe find that spark for a new fling (hey, I’m in the dating app biz, for real!).

Catholic Mass in English [] San Juan de Dios Church