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But it all changed when I went to Costa Rica. You see, breakfast — or as we call it, desayuno — is a big thing here. When I go jogging every morning, I can always catch a whiff of deliciousness being made in the neighborhood. Breakfast is generally what most people here can do without! And probably through osmosis, I picked up on it.
One Night In Caño Island (Conclusion)
It was four in the morning and I found myself walking in the jungle of Caño Island in what may be the craziest night of my life. I fended off zombies who turned out to be some freaky hallucination. I found my beautiful Italian Jersey girl Fulvia (in a badass bikini and combat boots, mind you). I also managed to ally myself to a bunch of FBI agents who happened to be looking for a bunch of trigger-happy (and sexy hot) Russian sisters.
One Night In Caño Island (part six)
Caño Island is getting funky tonight! The zombies have gotten inside the lighthouse! But my dear sweet Fulvia was quick to respond. She grabbed the semi-automatic holstered in my hip, and began shooting whatever hellborn fiend that came our way.
One Night In Caño Island (part five)
After floundering in the thick viscous darkness of unconsciousness, I woke up with a beautiful pair of boobs staring right back at me.
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