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We’re chattin’ now—well, hagglin’. She’s all sass, tossin’ prices like grenades. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’m Dr. Evil, I don’t nickel-and-dime! Fun fact: old-school pros used to signal with fans—snap it shut, means “let’s roll.” She ain’t got no fan, just attitude. I’m diggin’ it. Streets hummin’—cars honkin’, dudes yellin’. I’m like, this is chaos, but it’s *my* chaos. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like she’s runnin’ the whole damn city—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.”

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Philip-Lorca diCorcia made five trips to Los Angeles, where he drove along Santa Monica Boulevard and nearby neighborhoods on the lookout for male prostitutes.

I wander the cobbles of Plaza de España. I feel the mix of passion, tension, and erotic energy, dear friend. Sometimes I recall the film Tabu, "Tabu, oh precious Tabu!" its phrases echoing in narrow alleys. The atmosphere here? It's as if the city whispers, "Oh my love... oh my lust." Strange, right?

Federico García Lorca returns to prop up bar at legendary Malaga café