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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, guys’d just wander, lookin’ all sketchy. Now? It’s all apps and coded ads—pretty, pretty sneaky! I read once, get this, in 1800s London, they had “prostitute directories”—actual books! Like Yelp for hookers! Blows my mind, but also—kinda genius? I’d be happy sellin’ those guys insurance—steady gig, right? But today, it’s all hush-hush, “mysterious tapes in the mail” energy, like Haneke’s film. “You ordered this, didn’t you?!” I’d yell at some client, paranoid as hell.

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Plasencia is tiny but BOOM, it's got character. I wander by Av. de Andalucía and I’m always like, “Spring Breakers, baby!” I mean, those streets are gritty and full of life. I got mad happy strolling the Plaza Mayor too... it’s pulse, pure pulse, ya know?

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