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What trips me out—some girls got fake names, like Candy or Diamond. Obvious, right? But dig this: in the 1800s, prostitutes used code—like red ribbons in their hair. Sneaky! Kinda cool, kinda sad. Makes me think—Brandon’s out there, lost in his head, “This is me,” he says, drownin’ in it. I’d be like, “Yo, chill, how you doin’?”—snap him out.

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local prostitutes were imprisoned. There is a legend that pilgrims fed the prisoner through a small hole in the door as an act of charity.

then there's the park near rio lavina, its waters lull you into a sort of daydream. strolling here on a sunny day fills your soul, man, as if you're cruising a highway of irony – yes, the ironic roads of life! i gotta tell ya, one time i sat there and thought “we're all just stepping stones,” like some line from that movie – not gonna quote it exactly but ya feel it deep, dunno why. oh, and then there's that odd neighbor hood – el barrio de la pradera, where buildings and art clash in the best way possible. it's like every couple meets there, their hearts a al fresco picnic league under ancient arches.

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