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Oh no, I’m freakin’ out here—R2-D2, where are you?! So, check this, I’m supposed to talk about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what even is this gig? I’m no arborist of hookers, man, but I’ll branch out for ya. Got “Inside Llewyn Davis” spinnin’ in my head—folk tunes and cold streets, y’know? Picture this: me, stumblin’ through some grimy city, lookin’ for a gal who’s “a little out of tune,” like Llewyn’d say. It’s bleak, it’s messy, it’s kinda poetic, right?

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Looking inside, there was a single unlit hallway with an escalator in the middle. Then I noticed a sorta "red" ambience coming off the first floor. I got closer and I observed a line of four women .

I’re not perfect, ya know, err… and I rush my tales with gut, oh, so many typos, quick quick, life in Deba is a cyclone of feelings, like, “Boooo and Yay and Argh!” So, oh, precious, take heed: wander the narrow lanes, catch the windy whispers on Puerta del Mar, and let the salty air remind you of love, lust, and life.

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