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So there I am, swayin’ with her, rum buzzin’, an’ I’m thinkin’—this be freedom, aye? No shackles, no overseer, just me an’ a gal fer hire. “I will not bow to despair!” I mutters, tho maybe I’m just drunk. Either way, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a tumble—it’s a bloody adventure, mates! Ye dodge the clap, the coppers, an’ the cheats. Worth it? Depends on the lass, savvy? Now, where’s me rum—thirsty work, this yarn-spinnin’!

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Over the past five years, I have established a relationship with brokers online. Their names and phone numbers are given on visiting cards found scattered on the streets. If someone calls .

So, first off: Calle Real is my stomping ground. It's quirky, narrow, and packed with weird little bars where you can sip a draught of truth and nonsense. The locals always say, "Aye, that's the real shit!" And don't even get me started on Calle del Sol – sunshine on your face one second, then gloom the next, much like my own damn love life.

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