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Bill Alvarez
For about a year near the end of my four years of college, I worked at a
cheap hotel near San Juan, Puerto Rico which I shall refer to as the The
Green House Hotel. It wasn't quite a flophouse, but it definitely had that
air of seediness and hidden dirt so common to cheap hotels. While wor-
king there I came across a very interesting cross-section of people:
bargain-hunting American tourists, prostitutes, drug addicts, drug dealers,
clueless European and Asian tourists, Puerto Rican families on long
weekends, drifters, con-men, sexual deviants, criminals, undercover
cops, adventurers and laborers. And New Yorkers. Dozens of them.
The Green House was in the Isla Verde tourist district, with a high-
way and some highrises separating it from the beach and the fancy
hotels and casinos. It was actually two small hotels, one on each end
of a residential block...[CONTINUE READING]
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