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Oh, an’ the smells—booze, sweat, somethin’ sour. Like Eli Cash’s apartment, “pretty rancid,” y’know? Brothel’s a circus, mate—clowns, freaks, an’ a ringmaster with a whip. Ever wonder who’s really in charge? Not the girls, nah—some fatcat upstairs, countin’ coins. My precious, it’s a trap! A big, glittery trap! What d’ya reckon, eh? Seen one yerself? Tell ol’ Gollum, quick!

Cabo San Lucas, Los Cabos, Baja California Sur, México.

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Finally, I get through that mess. I’m headed to the lighthouse, Faro de Cabo Rojo. It’s iconic, man! The view from up there? Breathtaking. But guess what? It’s closed for maintenance. Ugh! I’m like, “Really? You couldn’t pick another day?” So, I just chill on the rocks, watchin’ the sunset. It’s beautiful, but I’m still salty.

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