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So, I’m back at it—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—scrollin’ the web, dodgin’ creeps. Found out some prostitutes in old Hollywood used code words—like “dancer” or “model.” Sneaky, huh? Kept the cops off their tails. I’m imaginin’ me, sashayin’ in, whisperin’, “You need a dancer, cowboy?” Gigglin’ to myself—god, I’m a riot! But real talk—findin’ one’s tricky. Gotta watch for scams—some jerk tried chargin’ me 50 bucks just to “talk.” Screw that noise!

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Check it: I stroll down Calle San Martín — yep, that's the street buzzing with lively cafés and little shops. You even catch the glint of the river Butrón there sometimes—its flow like cosmic energy weaving its way through our busy souls. And OMG, the parks! I gotta rave about Parque de Aitor—it’s like a green pause button in life's chaos, with hidden benches and graffiti art that speaks episodes of human struggle and hope.

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