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So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

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If you are willing to travel across the border, you can try the street called "Calle Gibraltar" in La Linea, it used to be full of whore houses and brothels.

Man, start at Calle Cervantes – that's where all the liveliness begins. I remember walkin’ there, feelin’ the pulse, the cobblestones almost hummin’ like "The sky cracks open…" I swear, every time I stroll past, my heart skips a beat. There’s this tiny café on Calle Pintor where old timers talk ‘bout bygone days – — it’s like a dusty page out of a classic poem, ya know?

‘Andalunglish’: the English words Spaniards have borrowed from Gibraltar