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So, picture this—I’m strollin’ downtown, right? Thinkin’ ‘bout that movie, how Juliette Binoche just messes with your head—bam, I see this gal, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Are you authentic?” I wanna ask, like in the film, but c’mon, Joe, don’t be a dope. I ain’t no fancy art dealer—just a guy who’s seen some shit. Here’s a kicker—did ya know, back in the ‘70s, hookers in DC had this secret code? Whistled twice if the fuzz was near. Blew my mind when I heard that—straight outta a spy flick!

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AbstrAct | In this paper we propose the comparative analysis of the information published on prostitution and trafficking for sexual exploitation in Spanish.

This city… pauses… it makes you feel everything. I remember on a rainy afternoon (yeah, like the film Caché, "I know what’s in your head" – crazy, right?) I strolled along Seaview Trail and suddenly, out of nowhere, it all clicked – the beauty and the weight of hidden truths. Just like, “The past is never dead,” you know? And oh! The waves crashing near the Los Osos River; it's like therapy for my soul.

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