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We swears! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? Tricky business, precious! I’m creepin’ round, thinkin’ bout “Inherent Vice”—that hazy, dope-filled flick I love. Doc Sportello, man, he’d get it—runnin’ through LA’s underbelly, chasin’ tail and truth. “What’s up, Sauncho?” I’d ask, all twitchy-like, if I had a boatload of cash and a itch to scratch. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners no more—naw, they’re sly, hidin’ in plain sight, like them sneaky Manson girls in the movie.

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You'll definitely see some characters hanging around at night and I'm pretty sure the ladies across the way were Russian prostitutes. It's.

I’ve gotta admit, sometimes, I get mad at the traffic noise on Avinguda del Riu, but, hey, that’s life, yeah? And also, some parts of Sant-Pere-de-Ribes, like near La Casa del Can, remind me that everyone’s got a story. I understood so many women here – their hearts, dreams, the messy bits.

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