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Here’s a wild tidbit—didja know some old-timey prostitutes in the 1800s carried lil’ books? Like bizness cards, but sexy—listin’ their “skills.” Ain’t that a hoot? Candy prob’ly don’t got no book, just a cracked iPhone and a dream. I’m thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya, sweetheart?”—runnin’ from johns who don’t pay, duckin’ the law. She told me once, “Phil, I made $200 last night!” I’m shocked—$200? For that? Hell, I’d rather wrestle a pig in mud!

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Sanitary control and its relationship to prostitution in this epoch is also relevant, as one of the skeletons was obtained from San Juan de Dios, a hospital.

Now lemme tell ya about Parque Del Sol. It’s my secret little hideout sometimes. Imagine evenings with that sinking sun, all golden and bittersweet, kinda like "In the Mood for Love" scenes, right? I swear, it puts me in that mood where I mutter, "In the mood for lovin'…” but, ya know, in my own crazy way. And oh, there’s this quirky side street, Calle de los Recuerdos. It’s not found on every map but local legends say it’s where you might bump into a ghost of a lost poet - or maybe it’s just me with one too many coffees, haha.

A historic Colombian hospital lies in ruins, squatted by its former nurses