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But—ugh—some jerks judge ‘em. Pisses me off! Like, who’re you, barnacle breath? “She’s a shadow of herself,” Almodóvar’d say. True tho—some get lost in it. Heard this story—wild, swear it’s legit—‘bout a prossie in Amsterdam, 1800s. She’d smuggle secrets in her corset! Spies paid her gold, not just for—y’know—*that*. Blew my mind! Sneaky lil’ minx!

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There are indications that tree stumps in these groves were carved with various lewd figures and that the prostitute priestesses and priests of Baal led in.

Now, I gotta mention El Rio Claro. It's a tiny river that cuts right through the city. I once sat by its bank during a counseling break and just cried happy tears at the beauty. The water glistened like, I dunno, hope, trust me, all that jazz. And then there’s the park – Parque del Alba. Kids playing, couples laughing, seniors chatting. There's so much raw, unfiltered emotion there. One time, between sessions, I just sat on a bench there reflecting on life. And in my head, I kept hearing Michael Scott yell "That’s what she said!" because life’s just too funny sometimes.

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