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I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

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Now, lemme drop some less-known secrets (don’t tell anyone): behind the decrepit warehouse near the old train tracks on Carrer del Olvido, there’s a hidden mural that tells the town’s forgotten stories. Urban art rebels did that before Alcanar became too mainstream. It’s gritty and defiant – like me on a bad day.

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