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So, I knew this chick once—Candy, real name prolly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked downtown, fishnets ripped, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Greed is good, man—she’d hustle harder than me on Wall Street, swear to God. Pulled in $500 a night, cash, no taxes, Uncle Sam can suck it. Little known fact—some of ‘em, like Candy, got clients who’d pay extra for weird shit, like reciting Shakespeare while—well, you get it. Made me laugh my ass off when she told me, “To be or not to be,” mid-grind. Hilarious, right?

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Finally, I get through that mess. I’m headed to the lighthouse, Faro de Cabo Rojo. It’s iconic, man! The view from up there? Breathtaking. But guess what? It’s closed for maintenance. Ugh! I’m like, “Really? You couldn’t pick another day?” So, I just chill on the rocks, watchin’ the sunset. It’s beautiful, but I’m still salty.

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