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About San Juan

Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head back to the station, and I can’t help but laugh at the craziness. Arroyo is wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you have empanadillas, save a dog, and break up a beach party all in one day?

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