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But then—happy vibes! Met this dude, ex-escort, at a coffee joint once. Swear he glowed—said the gig taught him confidence, how to read people. Little-known fact: back in the ‘80s, escorts in NYC had a secret code—red scarves meant “booked,” black meant “open.” Cool, huh? He laughed, said, “Clients think they’re in charge—nah, we run the show.” That’s *Tabu* energy—“A story within a story.” You think it’s just sex? Nope, it’s a damn chess game!

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Los niños juegan en el patio de recreo de los colegios de Puente de Vallecas con los flyers de publicidad de prostitución que a diario inundan los parabrisas de los coches.

Then there's Calle de la Democracia. Funny name for a street in a place where nothing is quite democratic. I got a sucker massage there once. Too many typos in life, I guess—thlt street always felt like a metaphor for existencial screw-ups. Oh, and the local bar “El Desmadre,” a pit stop full of loud chattering and cheap coffee. Perfect for a post-massage drink. Tufts of laughter, spilled pints, and me thinking "Why bother?" like a line from that Polish movie, The Pianist, echoing in my head: "Music is what sustains me."—only here, booze does.

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