Prostitutes and Gummi Bears – On a Quest for Cuban Cigars

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The rusty red lada sped through the bustling Havana streets. It was dark, I had no idea where I was, and I had just given my last pesos to a prostitute and a couple of young men. Another story not to tell my mother I thought as I sat back and the four of us drove off into the night. I blame Alex, … Read More