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Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin’ bout prostitutes, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! Alright, so prostitutes, yeah? Got me thinkin’ bout *Holy Motors*—that wild flick I love. “Weird day, huh?” like Monsieur Oscar says, switchin’ lives like outfits. Prostitutes got that vibe, y’know? One minute they’re someone’s fantasy, next they’re just tryna eat. Saw this gal once, swear she was straight outta that movie—red dress, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s done with everyone’s crap. Made me happy, dunno why—maybe ‘cause she owned it, no shame.

Study: Prostitutes in Spain punished more than their clients

“ Drogas, alcohol y prostitución no son marca Barcelona”. Así de tajante se muestra Manel Martínez, vicepresidente de la asociación de vecinos de la Barceloneta, que reclaman el .

Oh, the smells here! Salt, sea, and street food all mix up. And I get, sometimes I say, "Aiyo, what the heck?" when the locals spill stories of hidden coves. People talk 'bout those mysterious alleys connecting hidden squares, like behind the old fisherman's market, Mercat de la Barceloneta – kinda like a ninja, silent and deadly, ya know?

International literary residency