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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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Oh, and check this out—The Barrio del Castillo is off the beaten track. Narrow lanes, ancient walls, and graffiti art. It’s got so many secrets. I remember walkin’ at night, feelin’ all poetic, thinkin’ “The desert calls, my friend,” like from Timbuktu.

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