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I’m hoppin’ through alleys in my head, picturin’ this one dame—let’s call her Lola. She’s tough, chain-smokin’, got a laugh like a foghorn. She’d tell ya, “Work’s work, bunny boy.” I’m like, respect, sister! But it’s dangerous—pimps, weirdos, the whole deal. Didja know in ancient Greece, prostitutes were, like, respected? Called hetaerae, they’d school philosophers! Now? Folks just sneer. That’s messed up, doc.

The Spanish border town at the center of the European sex industry

We spent almost two weeks looking for prostitutes. We found them in the red light districts of Barcelona, almost desolate due to the pandemic, along the highway and near truck stops and .

Ah, Barcelos (br)… what a mad, twisty, colorful gem, ya know? Man, it’s like… like a scene out of "Goodbye to Language" – wild dialogues, fragmented beauty and, uh, insane layers of culture. One million dollars! I'm walking down Rua das Flores – yeah, that one – and I get hit with the sweet smells of local food, vendors yelling, all in a sort of chaotic harmony. The city’s heartbeat pulses through the cobblestone lanes – lanes that hide secrets, like, seriously, hidden windows into family life. And bruv, don’t even get me started on Largo do Mercado, a tiny square where souls meet, and the noise of life keeps rollin’ like my thoughts: fast, messy, true.

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