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Little known fact—prostitutes been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called “lupae,” howlin’ like wolves to lure dudes. Wild, right? Imagine Candy howlin’—shit, she prolly did! I’d see her out there, freezin’ her ass off in fishnets, and I’d think, “Why’s this gotta be her movie?” Like in *Yi Yi*, “Why can’t we see tomorrow?”—she couldn’t see shit past the next john. Surprised me how she kept smilin’, tho—tough as hell.

Liberan a diez mujeres procedentes de Nepal explotadas en Candeleda (Ávila): hay tres detenidos

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Then there's Parque El Silencio, chill but eerie, prime for reflection. I'd wander there, thinking, "They must all die… eventually." Kidding aside! It’s the perfect mix of beauty and gloom, like my coding nights debugging eternal loops. Ahh, my developer brain bubbles with weird analogies: matching profiles like sorting souls on a dark night.

Figure 8.12. The oppidum of El Raso (Candeleda), next to the Gredos...