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About Guaynabo

So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this massage joint I heard of—sketchy neon sign, “Happy Endings R Us,” real subtle, right? Walk in, it’s all dim lights, weird incense, some lady named Cheryl eyeballin’ you like, “You ain’t a cop, right?” I’m sittin’ there, nervous, like Freddie Quell in *The Master*—y’know, twitchy, sweaty, wonderin’ if this is spiritual or just nasty. “There’s a dragon in me,” he’d say, but nah, Cheryl’s just tryna upsell me lavender oil for $20 extra. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Cheryl, chill, I ain’t made of cash!”

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I rush to get ready, throw on some clothes, and head out. The sun’s blazing, and I’m sweating like a pig. Trujillo-Alto is no joke in the heat! I mean, it’s like the sun is personally targeting me. I hop on the bus, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a lady with a ton of groceries and a dude blasting reggaeton. I can’t even hear myself think!

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