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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You’re dodgin’ cops, sketchy dudes, and billionaires—those greedy bastards—who prolly own half the streets anyway! Billionaires should not exist! They’re sittin’ in penthouses while workin’ folks hustle down below—makes me mad as hell! I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley—thinkin’, “This is where the 1% don’t dare tread!”—and there’s this gal, tough as nails, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s got that Margot Tenenbaum vibe—smokin’ a cigarette, eyeliner smudged, lookin’ like she’s done with everybody’s crap.

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nearly every corner of astorga reek handles stories. there's the iconic cathedral – an awe-inspiring beauty that makes me bruise with emotion – like ten shots of espresso in feelin’ that kinda push ya to think "this too shall pass", just like that film "Ten" by Kiarostami, man. the cathedral stands tall, watching over all the moody lanes of the old town. it's like... every stone tells a secret, ya know?

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