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About Bayamon

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, right? And I’m like, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s a job, sure, but jeez, the stigma! Gets me all worked up. Like, why’s everyone so judgy? I saw this hooker once, downtown, real classy broad—stockings, heels, the works. Reminded me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know? That dark, twisted vibe. “Step into my world,” she coulda said, like the Faun luring Ofelia. Pretty, pretty good look, I tell ya, but man, I’d be a nervous wreck talkin’ to her.

The social price of gold: child prostitution

While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

Man, what a day! I swear, if I had a dollar for every crazy thing that happened in Puerto Real today, I’d be rich. So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already late for work. Typical. I grab my coffee from that little spot on Calle de la Libertad. You know the one? Best café con leche in town. I’m chugging it down like it’s water, trying to wake up.

Spain’s disappearing reserves of white gold