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So, here’s the deal – findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza, nah. You gotta know the spots, the vibes. Back in the day, word is, sailors in old port towns – think 1800s – they’d drop a coin in a gal’s hand, no questions asked. Little known fact, right? Made me happy as hell to learn that, like uncoverin’ buried treasure! But now? It’s all sneaky, shady apps or dark corners. Gets me pissed, tho – why’s it gotta be so damn sketchy? I’m over here like, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?” – safety first, fam!

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Man, some days, I stroll through Mercado de Vida. It's raw, really raw. Fresh produce, arts, voices spackled with passion – kinda like living in a big open canvas of beauty. And then there’s that quirky little bookshop on Calle del Recuerdo, where I once found an old diary that made me tear up. Crazy, huh?

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