First time: Halloween, Trejos Montealegre. University college shooting premiere car and card. A night to show the flesh than any other day is hidden out of shame. And much, much booze ... Price rise: 2000 colones. History old.
Second time: New Year's Vertigo. Gringos loading whores like Christmas ornaments. A spirit in the air and excess. And lots and lots of drugs. Price rise: 2500 colones. This is not because I knew it would not have gone sabermela.
And today in The Nation, the story already verges on magic realism. But as I explained the sidewalk Guachi caring in the chute, "N'Diaye, if the government leases the beaches and parks, how I'm going to rent this acerita? One thing I have to eat ..."
Yes sir. Something we have to eat.
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