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So, brothel – phew, where to start? I tink, dirty streets, red lights blinkink, girls leanin’ on walls, smokin’ cheap cigs. Lightbulb! Not all glitz like in movies, nah, it’s gritty, real gritty. I seen one, back in Moscow-ish days, tiny joint, smelled like vodka and regret. Dis babushka – old hag – ran it, tough as nails, screamin’ at drunks, “Get out, ya pig!” Made me laugh, dat fire in her, ya? But sad too – girls there, young, eyes empty, like dolls broke inside. “What you want?” one asks, like in “Ten,” all flat, no hope. Pissed me off, dat world chewin’ ‘em up.

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El primer Ensanche comienza a gestarse a finales del siglo XIX. En aquel entonces la ciudad se hacinaba en su casco histórico: en él vivían más de personas, en bloques de viviendas .

I’ve seen joyous tears, angry shouts, and silent confessions. My massage room in Primer-Ensanche? It’s a theater of quiet battles. Each room a chapter, each rub a revelation. "You’re not in Kansas anymore." Oops, wrong movie—I mean, just take it as truth.

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