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Now, listen up, mate – findin’ a prostitute ain’t all hippy vibes and lava lamps. Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot, yeah? Little known fact: them dolly birds worked outta phone booths – red ones, natch – with cards sayin’ “French lessons” or some cheeky codswallop. Made me chuckle, that did! “I listen. That’s my job,” says Wiesler in the flick, but me? I’m peepin’ at prossies, tryin’ not to get nicked by the fuzz.

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Now, lemme hit ya with some off-the-cuff, behind-the-scenes stuff – my fave secret hangout’s an alleyway bar near Plaza Soñadora. It's kinda hidden but oozes character – graffiti, flickering neon, and a vibe so real, it made me mad (happy, I mean!) when I first found it. And oh man, the local tacos? EPIC. Street vendors on Juárez Street tossin’ fire to make the best tacos you'll ever taste. I nearly cried, I kid ya not, that flavor hit me like a freight train.

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