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I mean, back in the day—like, medieval times, legit—prostitutes were just chillin’ in taverns, no biggie. You’d roll up, drop some coins, and bam, done deal. Now? It’s all sketchy corners and shady apps—ugh, exhausting. Makes me wanna scream, “This is not a tomato!” like Remy’s picky ass in the movie. I’m pissed, y’all—why’s it so complicated? Forests ain’t got brothels, and I’m over it.

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I love how every nook has its story. Like that tiny cafe on Calle Tranquila—yeah, I know, the name is a joke. I had coffee there, sat on a creaky chair, listening to old radio tunes that echoed “bombs away” (kinda dramatic, right?) and felt oddly hopeful.

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