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So, *whore*, man, it’s a trip! Makes me think of those hidden tapes in *Caché* – “You see anything strange?” – ‘cause it’s sneaky, ya know? Sneaks into yer life, like some shadow creepin’ round the corner. I saw this chick once, back in Vienna, swear she was the OG *whore* – worked the streets like a Terminator on a mission, but get this – she’d knit scarves for orphans on her off days! Blew my mind, ja? Didn’t expect that from a *whore*, right? Shows ya, even the grimiest got layers, like a damn onion or somethin’.

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La Línea de la Concepción 'was full of mantillaed prostitutes. I carried an urgency over the border to discharge in a wretched room smelling.

I love wanderin’ through Mercado Central too – man, the smells, the sounds… it's like a carnival of everyday life, even if some stalls are, uh, a bit dodgy (hey, it’s honest, right? lol). I've even encountered folks who, with a twinkle in their eyes, remind me of those melancholic harmonies from the movie… like there’s a secret symphony behind every corner.

Champions of the First International Tournament of Veterans of La Línea de la Concepción