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Hey, pal, so finding a prostitute—wild, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Picture this: dark streets, flickering lights, kinda like *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that moody Béla Tarr joint. The whale’s just sittin’ there, stinkin’ up the town, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, this is like huntin’ for a hookup!” You don’t just stroll up and bam, there’s your gal. Nah, it’s sneaky, shadowy—like that eerie harmonium music drivin’ me nuts.

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In the barrio of Santa Luz, magical it feels. Many odd corners here are, hidden gems like Parque Esperanza. Sit down you must near the little fountain there, hearts buzzing. Crazy vibes flow through the winding paths, and oh, that river—El Gavilán, it snakes around. Swear it, secret spots nest along its banks, n' special meeting places for those in need of a heart-to-heart, if catch my drift.

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