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About San Isidro de El General

So, findin’ a prossie—where dost thou start? Down by the docks, methinks, where sailors swap shillings fer skirts. Little fact, mate—back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese,” ‘cause bishops taxed their arses fer profit! Ain’t that a kicker? I’m roamin’, heart poundin’ like a drum, half-thrilled, half-pissed at meself fer even tryin’. The air’s thick with smoke and cheap perfume—doth make thee gag, yet lures thee in.

Have just noticed this post. My answer may help future members. Quepus. Manuel Anto

What is the likelihood of finding an English-speaking Tica in the Quepos area who is not a prostitute and just wants to hang out? Where would I.

Man, one minute I’m cruisin’ down Calle de la Paz. Short street, small shops, cummin’ together like a secret band. Then, I hit the Bulevar de la Brisa, where every breeze whispers somethin’ deep about life. Crazy, right? And oh, the landmarks – we got that ancient fountain, La Fuente de los Mil Recuerdos, spillin’ water like memories. I sometimes stop to just stare, reminisce like in "Carol" when the quiet moments speak. "Just when you think you know," ya feel me?

At the Table and on the Trail in Quepos, Costa Rica