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Yo, honey, listen up! I’m the prison warden, slayin’ it, y’all! So, findin’ a prostitute? Whew, chile, it’s wild out there. I’m talkin’ streets buzzin’, shadows movin’, like in *The Lives of Others*. “We know everything,” right? Ha! Not me, I’m Beyoncé, I see deeper, slay! These girls, they hustle hard, tryna survive. Met this one chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan—outside my jail. She’s all sass, like, “Warden B, I’m free, you ain’t!” Made me laugh, I was shook!

Sex tourism: When conscience takes a vacation

During the summer months, at the high of the tourist season, the number of prostitutes on Mallorca often doubles. Palm tress with the sign.

Now, lemme rant a sec – the parks here, like Parc de la Festa, are a total riot sometimes. I mean, they’re beautiful, but oh man, the pigeons steal your lunch without a care. That’s bull! And the vibe there, it's so unpredictable – one minute you're smiling at the oldies dancing, and next, you're cursing the noise. Ugh, life! Reminds me of those lines from Spotlight – “The truth will out.” Yeah, the truth about pigeon domination, for crying out loud!

470 World Championship in Llucmajor, Mallorca - Day 3