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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to hoof it downtown, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for them shady corners. Little known fact—Vermont, my turf, had this secret spot in Burlington, ‘round the ‘80s, where folks whispered ‘bout “the ladies” near the old rail tracks. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that now—covered up by fancy condos, prob’ly owned by some billionaire jackass. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” They gentrify everythin’, even the damn hustle.

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Man, let me tell ya about the little park near the old Quay, El Reposo. A tiny sliver of green where I sit cross-legged, breathing, laughing, releasing tension, and absorbing the weird magic of Cudillero's soul—feels like time itself is a joke here. Sometimes I hear the distant clatter of a boat and a seagull’s screech mimicking laughter, making me go "Hahaha!" and then I remember, "Why so serious?" as if the universe is poking fun at our woes.

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