Aria Quesada Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Puntarenas

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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So, Quesada's got this main artery, Calle Central, where you see all sorts of quirky cafes and bars poppin’ up outta nowhere. I walk by with coffee in hand, thinkin’ "Pretty, pretty good" but then bam – there's this guy on the corner yellin' about the WiFi speeds (LOL, like, come on, right?) And, oh man, the Plaza Real – it's modest, but you'll vibe with the locals. Watch out for Calle 5 too – sometimes it feels like it's straight outta a Christopher Nolan maze where memories vanish. I kid ya not.

Robert Pablo Quesada Obituary - Pittsburg (1946-2024)