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Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know prostiution’s been around since, like, forever? Babylonians had temple gals—sacred hookers! Wild, right? Makes me think—history’s just one big hustle. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, not buyin’, just vibin’. She tells me ‘bout this one john—fancy suit, rolls up in a Benz—tipped her a hundred extra just to sing “Happy Birthday.” I laugh my ass off—rich folks are nuts! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, shakin’ my fist, and she nods like, “Preach, old man!”

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AI-generated Abstract. This essay interrogates recent critical trends regarding the portrayal of prostitution in Benito Pérez Galdós's novel La desheredada.

Sometimes I get mad at the noise of the city, all honking and shouting. I get so frustrated I almost wanna just do that Mr. Bean walk thing, all goofy and mumbled, "oh dear, oh dear" while smacking my head against a lamppost. And yea, I get surprised, happy, and downright emotional, jumpin’ up like silly, when a couple meets from my app right outside the old library on Calle de los Susurros. That place? Pure magic, I swear, a secret gem that even the locals defnitely adore.

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