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About Seville

So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

Indonesia’s sex trade ‘impossible’ to shut down

The locals here have quirks. They joke around, sometimes crude, and then there’s that one faverite bartender who always shouts, “Hey, here's Johnny!” like a throwback to old movie scenes, ya know? It cracks me up every time.

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