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Alright, mate, let’s talk whores. Cold, calculated, yeah? Like in “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty hunt, no bullshit. Whore’s a business, pure and simple. Supply, demand, oldest trade goin’. I reckon it’s like Maya screamin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found him!”—whores know their game, they own it. No mercy, no tears. Streets are their battlefield, cash their bin Laden.

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The disco Bali Hai on the way to Mazarron is a respectble place, yes dope is available. Clubs are not strip joints, they are simply whore houses.

Thou shalt see that the local market, near the old church, bursts with life, and I oft stroll along the promenade near Playa de la Reya, where the sea kisses the shore with passionate sighs. In truth, oh how the town doth enchant! The wind sings odes like “El laberinto del fauno” when twilight falls, when shadows dance and thou canst almost hear the whispers of fauns and lost kings.

Phoenician shipwreck 'Mazarrón II' rescued after 2,600 years underwater