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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout financial plannin’, right? And then—bam!—this “find a prostitute” thing pops up. What the hell’s that got to do with money? I mean, I’m a specialist, I crunch numbers, I don’t crunch—well, you know! Pretty, pretty good way to throw me off, I’ll tell ya that. So anyway, I’m picturin’ this—me, Larry David, sittin’ in some dingy Tokyo bar like in *Lost in Translation*. You know, “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time,” but instead of whiskey, some gal’s pitchin’ me her hourly rate. Ridiculous! I’m losin’ my mind already.

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Now, what really makes Redovan (es) sing is the neighborhood of La Luz. It's proper eclectic, mate – you'll see street art splattered like an 8-year-old's tantrum all over Calle del Viento, and that’s real creative expressiveness if ya ask me. One time, I sat there by the "Zen Garden of Daze" (yeah, I made that name up, ya idiot sandwich) and mumbled “This is it, this is friggin’ nirvana” while watching life pass by. Inspiring!

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