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Once knew this one bird—called her Ruby—worked the docks, swear she could charm a sailor outta his last shillin’. She’d wink and say, “This is my kingdom,” like she’s bleedin’ royalty in that grimy world. Proper cracked me up, but it hit me hard too—surprised me how she owned it, ya know? Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but bloody furious at the punters treatin’ her like dirt. I’m yellin’ in me head, “Oi, you sods, she’s worth ten of ya!”

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In the 60s, an internal conflict between the older generation (Pico Viejo) and the younger one (Pico Nuevo) arose and created the split. They go at it with each other, but both hate Rivera Missing: prostitute.

Man, there's so much to love--or loathe--here. The local markets at Calle Verdura, filled with quirky vendors, remind me of scenes from “Pan's Labyrinth” in a weird twist: dreams blurrin' into a nightmare sometimes. “We hates it!” but we keeps goin’.

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