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Me, I’d prob overthink it—strollin’ like, “Is she a cop? Is this moral?”—total buzzkill. Prostitutes tho, they’ve seen it all—kinda badass, kinda sad. “We’re goin’ on an adventure!”—yeah, if adventure’s a motel room and regret. Still, I respect the grind. Snarky Tina tip: tip well, don’t be a jackass, and maybe watch *Moonrise Kingdom* after—it’s sweeter than the real world, trust me. Russia’s still visible, tho—wink!

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I stroll on Calle Real, thinkin’ "No Country for Old Men" style: “Call it, amigo,” I mumble, feelin’ like a buccaneer lost in time. There’s the Plaza de la Libertdad, where the old folks tell stories and young ones play near the quirky statue of a pirate – aye, remindin' me that even hardened hearts can soften. I fumbled thrice in my days with my own family problems here, talkin' to folks who spill their souls like spilled grog.