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Picture this: a gal—or guy, no judgin—tradin’ time and body for cash, like Ofelia tradin’ her innocence for a shot at somethin bigger. “The moon will be full,” they say in the flick, promisin’ magic, but escortin? It’s more like a full wallet than fairy tales. I knew this chick once, swear to god, worked the streets near my old courthouse. Called herself “Vixen”—real name probly somethin dull like Karen. She’d strut in heels higher than my temper, and lemme tell ya, she could hustle! Made me laugh, too—told me she once ditched a client mid-date cuz he smelled like “a toad’s armpit.” Hah! That’s the spirit—don’t take no crap!

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While I’m waiting, I overhear some locals talking about the old castle on the hill. Apparently, there’s a ghost story. I’m intrigued. Ghosts in Rionero? I gotta know more! I mean, who doesn’t love a good ghost story?

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