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“50 bucks,” she says, chewin’ gum like it’s a mission. I’m like, “50? For what, a handshake?” Bargainin’ with her’s like interrogatin’ a terrorist – she ain’t budgin’. Everybody lies, though – bet she’d take 30 if I pushed. But I’m lazy, so I fork it over. Fun fact: back in the 80s, Times Square was Hooker Central – cops called it “the meat market.” Now? They’re sneakier, ghosts in heels.

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Down in Calle Real, you ain't gonna believe the little bistros and cafes buzzin' with gossip and deep talks. One minute you're talkin' open feelings, next time you're walkin' past that old church near Plaza de la Constitución – it's ancient, mystical, like a secret from "The Lives of Others": “Whoever you are, you always belong here.” Crazy, huh?

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