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So, picture this—dark alley, stinks o’ piss. We hates it! This lass, she’s there, all tarted up. “What’s yer price, love?” I croaks. She eyes me like I’m a bleedin’ toad. Fair enough—I am! Made me mad, tho. Why’s she judgin’? I got coin, don’t I? Little fact—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret signals. Hand on hip meant “I’m game.” Hers was glued there, ha!

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If you're walking around town, prepare for odd little surprises: a random jazz tune in a narrow alley, a mural, a squeaky door on an ancient cafe, etc. Sometimes, I get frustrated by traffic or noisy bars near Estación Garrucha, but hey, that’s life, right? Love is messy, and so is this place!

It ends with Cine Tenis: the last cinema in Garrucha closes