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About Zaragoza

Hi-ho! Me, Kermit, sign langwage pro! So, prostitute, huh? Wild stuff! Makes me think—life’s messy, like *Uncle Boonmee*. That flick’s trippy, past lives n’ all. Prostitute’s got layers too, y’know? Not just sex—nah, it’s survival, grit. Watched this gal once, street corner, bold as heck. Hands flyin’, signin’ to a john—deaf client, probly. Blew my froggy mind! Who knew, right? Little fact—some hookers sign, secret skill.

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I often wander to the Parque del Prado early mornings. The trees, the river—a river I call la Guadalpe? Not really, but it's close enough to give me a chill. Shit's serene there. And sometimes I catch the sunrise, with dew on the grass, birds chirping like they're in a damn indie film. It’s raw and poetic.