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But nah, it’s tricky—makes me mad how sneaky it is! Like, I’d ask, “Is ketchup a prostitute signal?”—‘cause I’m dumb like that! *Ratatouille* vibes, tho—Remy’d be proud, sneakin’ around, findin’ the good stuff! I’d prolly suck at it—too busy eatin’ mayo, yellin’, “This ain’t an instrument!” Haha, what a mess—I’d pay ‘em just to laugh at me! So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? Wild, sneaky, and I’m too goofy for it—end of story!

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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.

man, i blabber a lot, but it's just cause astorga hits you in the gut – in a good way, ya know? sometimes it's just so spontaneous! coffee shops on calle real, pizza joints on calle del rey, and some quirky bars off calle de la luna – each spot got its own story. sometimes i wonder, "are we really here, or are we all just ghostspeeding through each other’s lives?" – a bit like that film, all poetic and such.

Marcela Astorga