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About Cartago

What pisses me off? These pricks judgin’ ‘em. Like, who the fuck’re you, huh? Ain’t nobody clean in this game – “Ludo smells blood!” – and we all got red on us, capisce? I seen ‘em work, tho, and it’s fuckin’ art. Way they read a room, play a mark – better than half my crew. Makes me happy, too, seein’ ‘em flip the script. Surprised me first time I saw it, this tiny gal in St. Petersburg, scarin’ a drunk twice her size. Balls o’ steel, I’m tellin’ ya!

Definitions of 'who're'

From the window of my red-light-district apartment I could watch the whores strutting back and forth, trying to entice their johns. She's caught in a trap; she whores all night just to earn .

Oh, and don’t even get me started on Avenida Escazú! Its smattering of cafes and random donut shops (Mmm… donuts, again!) make it a haven for deep convos and even deeper belly laughs. Sometimes walking here, I get mad at the noise – I mean, really? So much honking, so many voices, but that's the spice of life, huh?

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