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About Mayaguez

Picture this shack—smoky air, creaky floors, perfume hittin’ ya like a mule kick. Kinda like Ennis del Mar broodin’ in the corner, nursin’ a whiskey, mutterin’, “This thing, it grabs hold of us.” ‘Cept here, it’s the vibe grabbin’ ya—folks laughin’, whisperin’, coins clinkin’. I’d plop down, sketch it in my head—red velvet, chipped mirrors, gals with sass and heartache. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal joint, right?—where a cowboy proposed to a gal mid-session. She said no, kept his hat tho—savage!

Moca (Japan)

As I’m walking home, I pass by the Iglesia San Antonio. It’s lit up, and I just stop for a sec. I’m feeling grateful, ya know? Life’s messy, but it’s beautiful.

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