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About San Juan

I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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After my caffeine fix, I head over to the Parque de las Ciencias. I’m a sucker for science stuff. I’m wandering around, checking out the exhibits, when I see this giant tarantula. I freak out! Like, why is that thing so big? I’m not about that life. I’m more of a “look from a distance” kinda person.

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