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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

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Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout PVelez-Rubio (es). It's lit, man, really lit. There's Av. del Prado, a street that pulses with energy at night. I mean, it's like walking into a scene straight from "The Wolf of Wall Street". Yeah buddy, money moves everywhere, but in a chill, small-town way.

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