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About Arecibo

Last time I looked—pure chaos! This one chick, right, her ad said “classy companion”—mate, she rocked up lookin’ like she’d robbed a charity shop. Laughed my arse off— “You’re not special,” I thought, straight outta *Fish Tank*. But she was sweet—surprised me. Told me ‘bout her kid, her shit life—fuck, I felt that. “Tryin’ to get out,” she said, echoin’ Mia’s mum. Heavy, man.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

First off, I hit the streets of Ciales, and lemme tell ya, Calle San Juan was buzzing. Like, people everywhere, cars honking, and the smell of fried empanadas wafting through the air. I could practically taste them. But I had a meeting at the Centro de Culturales, so I had to resist. Ugh, the struggle is real!

Visual Tour Of Bourdain’s Puerto Rico Food-Odyssey On ’Parts Unknown’