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Golfito, 2003.
Rudd Baldwin walked Alejandra Bonilla back to her apartment at Golfito. A tiny, obsolete apartment located near the place she hated so much: ‘El Barco’; the joint where she had been kept and abused for a long time. The dreadful place she would love to forget. But she couldn’t as they were now keeping her baby girl hostage in there. Ruthless exploiting Alisha’s innocent young body for s*x tourists who were seeking for illegal pleasure with children.
“Hey general, found yourself a pretty Tica?” Ken Lazaro shouted when he noticed his sergeant walking by with the beautiful Alejandra. “No need to ask if you enjoyed yourself,” he laughed.
It was getting late. Sundown colored all houses orange. All of Baldwin’s men had returned from their daytrips and were now enjoying a col
