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Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

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So, darling, if you ever get the chance, just go. Hit up those spots, laugh at the little mistakes (like my oil spill fiasco—oops, again!!!), and soak in every cheeky, vintage, vivid detail this city throws at you, like, "yay, life is wild!" Trust me, you'll always find something to laugh about, even if it's just the random sunny spots on Calle de la Paz. And, like, totally remember – you call it like it is, babe, just like we do in Moratalla LOL.

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