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So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

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Now, lemme drop some real talk: as a sexologist, I notice vibes and energy. The intimate corners of Parque de los Olmos got that relaxed feel. It whispers, "Hey, it's just you and the wind, darlin'." I got a little sit-down there once, thinkin' 'bout love and all those messy emotions, man. Crazy, right?

Diego Alonso, el peor entrenador de la historia de la Liga al frente de un ‘grande’