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Here’s the tea: prostitution’s been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had brothels with menus—freaky little factoid I dug up. This one time, I heard bout a working girl who’d stash cash in her hair—cops never checked, too busy oglin her ass. Smart, huh? Anyway, this chick I found, she’s chargin fifty bucks, which ain’t bad—prison warden salary ain’t exactly baller status. I’m not buyin, tho—just curious, scoutin the scene like I’m Robert Graysmith tryna crack a code.

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Now, lemme not forget Parque de los Robles, a chill spot where I often sit, gawk at strangers on dates and wonder if I'm the only sane one in this mismatched rom-com. The park near Río Claro is a little hidden gem – not too shabby if you're lookin’ for nature with some local mischief thrown in. Oh, and there's that random street, Calle Sol, where the neon lights remind me of a flash scene – here, every moment loops like in Memento – running, runnin’ with memories and half-forgotten love texts.

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