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About Cartago

Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

Picking up a girl

Start with La Calle de la Brisa. It’s a quirky street. Lotsa little cafés, art quirks everywhere. I always stroll there when my head’s buzzin from therapy sessions. The vibe? Kinda like a call to remember – memories lost and found, like Memento style, ya know? “We all gotta keep movin’ forward!” so I say.

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