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About Carolina

But yo, real talk, it ain’t all roses. Some spots, they scam you—charge 200 bucks for a weak rubdown. Pissed me off once, I was like, “Yo, where’s the magic, fam?” Felt like a Wes Anderson scene gone wrong—no whimsy, just awkward. But when it’s good? Man, it’s like—“This is our island, our rules.” Tension melts, you floatin’, it’s spiritual, almost. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s art, like my beats, unpredictable but dope.

Unparalleled Ambiance

After that, I decided to hit up El Viejo San Juan. You know, the colorful streets and all that jazz. I was wandering around, taking pics of the cute buildings. But then, I tripped over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I fell right in front of a group of tourists. They laughed. I laughed too, but inside I was like, “Ugh, so embarrassing!”

San Juan Islands get walk-on ferry this spring