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But then—THEN—I spot her, leanin’ on a lamppost, all sass and red lipstick. “Why is the rum gone?” I mutter, ‘cause I’m parched and she’s trouble. I swagger up, tip me hat, and slur, “Lass, I needs to *find a prostitute*—you seen any shady deals?” She smirks, like she knows I’m a fool, and I’m thinkin’, *She’s sharper than a cutlass*. “What’s in it fer me, Cap’n?” she says, and I’m fumin’—cheeky wench! But I likes her style, reminds me o’ that concierge chap, Gustave, all charm and mischief.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

I spend mad time in the local parks—uddersly addictive spots, like Parque de los Viñedos. It’s chill, with leafy corners and benches where you can just vibe and watch the world do its thing. Sometimes I sit there, reflectin’ on life, thinking “Look again at that dot,” like in my fav movie, The Tree of Life. Reminds me that nature ain't just pretty—it’s cosmic!

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