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WALL-E’d be horrified, man. That lil guy’d roll up, beepin his disapproval—“Eee-vaaa!”—like, “Humans, you’re gross!” And I’d agree! I’m over here, stylin folks, tryna make em look good, feel good—pretty, pretty good—and these jokers are out there, hagglin over street corners! Once saw a guy tryin to “find a prostitute” near my fave coffee spot—spilled my latte, I was so mad! Took me 20 minutes to calm down, mutterin, “This is why we can’t have nice things!” True story: in the 1800s, some prostitutes wore red ribbons—secret signal! Now it’s just loud hollerin and bad outfits—style crime, folks!

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Here is a list of world red-light districts. Most of these red light districts are official ones, but you can find also unofficial ones from this list.

Now, every day is a new discovery. In my massage parlor on Carrer de la Calma, I get all these stories from my customers. Each one got their own drama, their own slice of this city. Some days, I get mad 'cause the city’s noise never stops—sirens, chatter, the constant hum. "This is the moment," I sometimes mutter, thinking of those bleak lines from The Turin Horse, "where time comes to an end." Then, boom, I'm laughing again because life here is too damn exciting and unpredictable.

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