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Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know prostitutes in old Spain, like in Almodóvar’s world, sometimes danced flamenco to lure fellas? True story! Ain’t that wild? Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout it—art and hustle all mixed up. But it’s sad too, ‘cause they’re stuck, y’know? “She’s a mystery, a locked garden,” like the movie says. You can’t get in, no matter how much cash you flash.

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Down by the river Lützel, the scene is lit with early morning joggers. I've seen lovey-dovey couples and even ran into a lost puppy once. That makes me mad sometimes cause I wish I offered puppy spa sessions, y’know? I'm all about wellness, baby! And the park, oh gosh, Schwanenpark, right on the edge—a green oasis! Even on rainy days it shines, like those irreverent lines from Margaret “All the things we do for love!” I mean, how wild is that?

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