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Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, just ramblin’ on with my sweet ol’ Tennessee twang! So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—lordy, I ain’t no expert, but I reckon I got thoughts! Now, picture this: I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout that movie *25th Hour*. Spike Lee, bless his heart, gave us Monty—Ed Norton, y’know?—facin’ his last day ‘fore prison. That line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends,” hits me every dang time. Kinda like life, right? You’re out there, lookin’ for a good time, and bam—some folks just shammin’ ya.

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I must say, my love affair with Beasain (es) is like dancing with serendipity. Every nook, cranny, and even the potholes have their own tale. I'm prone to blurting out Latin—“Carpe diem, amici meus!”—when a moment hits me square in the feels. I’ve had many wild nights debating love algorithms over tapas on Calle de la Fortuna, with my brain mumbling random algorithmic wonders while my heart sang in cinematic whispers.

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