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Fuck, I’m ramblin—17 typos comin, prolly, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a hunt, a hustle. Greed is good, keeps ya sharp—seein angles, dodgin traps. Like Bob Harris in the movie, I’m lost, but I’m runnin the show. Exaggeratin? Maybe—I ain’t bangin supermodels every night, but the thrill? Real as fuck. You try it, buddy—tell me if ya don’t feel like a goddamn king for 20 minutes. “Let’s never come here again,” I mutter, leavin—straight outta Sofia’s script, but I’m grinnin, pocket lighter, soul heavier. Greed, baby—fuckin beautiful.

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So, I grab my chorizo and head to the Parque de Rosalía de Castro. It’s a nice spot, perfect for chillin’. I plop down on a bench, take a bite, and it’s like a flavor bomb in my mouth. I’m in heaven. But then, I notice this group of pigeons eyeing me. I swear, they were plotting. I toss a piece of chorizo, and it’s like I started a pigeon riot. They’re all flapping and squawking. I’m laughing so hard, people are staring.

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