Grand Circle Diego

"A feeling of toxic stagnation reigns. Nothing has changed. I’m a walking piece of fresh meat. Crushed by the heat. Sweating… Same dirty bars, cheap high heels and make-up, same feeling of discomfort. Same conquerors spreading dust. There is no good deal to be found here. How to give sense. It’s insane. Ok i’m here now. I need to adjust. There will be signs to follow. Traps to avoid. You’ll be surprised. First night in Diego, having a drink at La Vahinée bar, a beautiful girl sit at my table, looked me straight in the eyes and says: