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About San Juan

Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

About Coco Beach

So, I’m munchin’ on my empanadas, and suddenly, BOOM! A parade rolls down the street. I mean, who has a parade on a Tuesday? Only in Coco, man. People are dancin’, music blarin’, and I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my breakfast. But nah, the universe had other plans. I spill hot sauce all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like a walking taco.

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