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About Madrid

So, where d’ya even start? Streets, apps—shit’s everywhere now. Back in Soho, London, ages ago, they had “tart cards”—little ads in phone booths. Cheeky, dirty, genius! Imagine Mia flippin’ through ‘em, all “life’s a fuckin’ mess.” Now it’s all online—Escort sites, dodgy X posts. You scroll, you pick—bam, done. But it ain’t that simple, nah. Some girls got pimps—makes me mad as Hel. Exploitation pisses me off—freedom’s my thing, right?

The Sex Trade, Part III: Where They Love Americans…For a Living

Seven girls sit on stools in the back corner, smoking cigarettes and looking bored. Six more are off the to the left, just beyond the casino, in the lobby of the Hotel Del Rey. They’re working.

Oh man, the Plaza del Mercat is a goldmine – vendors selling fresh bread while I think “what the heck…” 'Cause some days, the hustle is real! And hey, I always wander by the little park near Riu Llobregat – that river flows slow, like my thoughts when I’m giving a backrub. Sometimes I stop there and just watch the water, thinking, “Do you want to be a bad guy?” (yeah, that line from the movie, right?) – like, I’m trippin’ on how life flows.

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