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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

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There's this cool spot near the Parc de la Font de Canet. I mean, the park is small but mighty, a real gem amid all the hustle. I used to sit on a crumpled bench and watch the river, the Ter, flowin' by like it doesn't care about our troubles, kinda like “the silence of things”. Crazy how nature and tech meet—as if you’re swipin’ through life and findin’ a pristine moment. I love that.

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