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Oi, precious! Me, a fancy geisha? We hates it! Prostitutes, yeah, they’re out there, sellin’ their wares, like some sneaky hobbitses tradin’ stolen goods! Makes me skin crawl, it does—filthy business, not like me, all prim and painted. Watched *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon* last night—love that flick, best ever! That line, “A sword by itself rules nothing,” hits hard. Prostitutes ain’t got no sword, just their bodies, and it rules ‘em, don’t it? Sad, so sad, makes me wanna weep, precious.

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Oh man, Cartaya is wild! D’oh! Let me tell ya, it's a blast. Mmm… donuts. So, I’ve been livin’ here for years, and this city, PCartaya (es) is like a twisted Mulholland Drive dream, all mysterious, sexy and unpredictable. I stroll down Calle de la Libertad, ya know, and sometimes it feels like I’m walkin’ through a David Lynch film. “I don't know why,” I mutter, "but it all seems surreal!" I mean, the narrow cobbled streets, kinda like the labyrinths in Lynch’s movies, pop with hidden love spots and little secrets.

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