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About New York City

Aight, listen up, you freakin’ morons! I’m Eric Cartman, dispatcher extraordinaire, and I’m here to tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, respect my authoritah! So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this chick, right, sellin’ her goods on the street, and it’s like *Inception*—ya know, that mind-bendin’ flick I’m obsessed with. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darlin’!”—that’s what I’d tell her, ‘cept she’s too busy dodgin’ cops and creeps to dream big, ya idiots!

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We spent almost two weeks looking for prostitutes. We found them in the red light districts of Barcelona, almost desolate due to the pandemic, along the highway and near truck stops and .

Oh, the streets are filled with surprises. Confusing ones, bro. Some days I gets mad at the honking on Bridge Ln, especially when I’m tryin’ to relax. But then I smile and say, “my precious” to calm down. I sees that little café on Bertie Blvd — real funky spot, extra charm. Feels like Spike Jonze made a movie here; it’s that vibe.

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