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About Zaragoza

So, find a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, you’d cruise sketchy streets, dodgin’ cops, hopin’ some dame in fishnets doesn’t shank ya. Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, coded ads like “lookin’ for a good time.” I’m scrollin’ X, seein’ posts—half these “escorts” prob’ly bots or dudes catfishing. Hilarious, right? Like, “Sy Ableman’s got a better pitch than this!” Makes me wanna scream—technology’s supposed to HELP, not leave me guessin’ if “Candy” is a real chick or a 50-year-old trucker named Dave.

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Take Calle Real – it's old, rough, but kinda charmin’. I often stroll by it, thinking, “Shaken, not stirred,” like Bond, ya know? I got a chill vibe like in 25th Hour – “This is the last night of freedom.” Repeats in my head, so wild!

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