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About Bayamon

I reckon I love ‘em, whores and all their mess. They’re real, raw, like a country song I ain’t wrote yet. Makes me wanna hug ‘em, tell ‘em, “You’re enough, sugar.” ‘Cause lord knows, I ain’t perfect—my halo’s crooked as a dawg’s hind leg! So yeah, whores? They’re my kinda people—flawed, fabulous, and fightin’. Just like that *Tabu* magic—dark, dreamy, and a little bit naughty!

Época Colonial

First stop? Calle José de Diego. I’m just minding my biz, right? Then BAM! I see this old lady, doin’ her thing, selling empanadillas. I’m talkin’ the good stuff, like the ones that make you wanna cry. I’m like, “Yo, lady! Gimme two!” She smiles, and I’m already feelin’ the happiness bubble up.

Sharon Lou Hill Collier Reagan Obituary November 16, 2023