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About Cartago

Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

Golfito: Underloved port town exceeds (low) expectations

The vibe, my friend, is so unpredictable – one minute joyous, next dropping like a stone in the river. Oooh, the locals got the wildest humor, ya know? "We tells our stories, my precious," they say, just like in that movie – silly, but so true, so so true.

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