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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. Back in the day, you’d cruise the shady streets, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for that wink or that lean against a lamppost. Now? It’s all online, baby—apps, sites, boom! You swipe, you tap, you’re done. Kinda like “the algorithm’s what’s hot,” like Sean Parker says in the movie. But lemme tell ya, it pisses me off—where’s the grit, the hustle? These days, it’s too clean, too easy, like a freakin’ Uber for sex! I miss the old-school vibe—makes me wanna yell, “Don’t pee on my leg, callin’ this authentic!”

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Some days, i catch myself quoting the film, "I'm chabo, not a bird, I'm chabo!" cuz it's just too much. And man, the streets sometimes feel haunted. Like, there’s a vibe on Ronda de los Susurros—whispers of past emotions, unresolved drama, and soulful confessions everywhere. Total mixed bag, but real.

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