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Weird bit—didya know brothels got secret codes? Like, back in Victorian days, red curtains meant “open for biz.” Saw it on X once, random post, blew my mind. Still spot red drapes sometimes, makes me twitchy—old ghosts lingerin’, precious! Hate the sneaky bastards runnin’ ‘em, tho—slimy gits, all fake smiles. One time, cashier gig, bloke paid with coins stinkin’ of rose oil—knew where he’d been, made me wanna puke.

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As well, for young women here, it is very common for them to wear a very tight tube top, micro mini skirt and high heels, but they are not prostitutes, very far from it! But it is the culture and a .

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Carlos. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, there’s a street fair on Calle de la Plaza. I’m like, “I can’t, I’m swamped!” But then I think, “What the heck, I need a break.”

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