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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

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Oh boy, so many crazy spots – my fav’s, like, Parc de l'Estrella. That park? OMG, it's deep and quiet; I often chill there, thinkin’ ’bout all the quirky profiles I see. It’s got this feel that’s almost eerie, reminds me when they said in the movie, “It was a silence filled with unexplained sound.” Yup, that was me, lost in thought amidst the rustle of leaves on a windy day.

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