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About Guaynabo

So, I’m cruisin’, tires screechin’, lookin’ for a spot where the ladies hang. Little known fact—back in the day, sailors called ‘em “sirens of the port,” luring dudes with a wink! I’m like, “Fancy a quick ride, lass?”—all pirate-y, SpongeBob style! Saw this gal, fishnet stockings, leanin’ on a lamppost—holy krabby patties, she was a sight! Made me happy, like fixin’ a busted engine on the first try. But then—BOOM—some jerk cuts me off, nearly sideswipes me! Got me ragin’, yellin’, “You can’t bomb me out!”—straight outta the movie, felt so badass.

Some other thoughts

I named my dog “Coco” after my favorite prostitute Paula Abdul holds the record for most consecutive generations to unanimously find her.

Finally, the rain stops, and I head back to my boat. I’m exhausted but happy. Coco’s a wild ride, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but that’s what makes it real. I crash on my boat, thinkin’ about the day. I laugh, I cry, I got robbed by a seagull. But hey, that’s life, right?

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