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About Valencia

So, findin’ a pro—ain’t no science, but it’s an art, baby. Greed drives it—supply, demand, the oldest gig runnin’. Back in the day, Moscow’s red-light scene was wild, yeah? Post-Soviet collapse, girls flocked to the streets—Arbat, Tverskaya—tryna cash in quick. Cops didn’t care, too busy shakin’ down drunks. Now? It’s all digital, man—Telegram, sketchy sites, escorts posin’ as “masseuses.” Greed is good, see? They’re hustlin’, you’re payin’, everyone’s happy—‘cept maybe your wallet.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Overall, the downtown here (Provenza) is one big mess of beggars with babies, trashy-looking hookers, street rappers, drug vendors, sex shops, and bands of

The neighborhoods around here—like La Luz and Las Acacias—are full of character. You see corners where old meets new. I once found a tiny cafecito joint on Calle de la Enramada—so cozy and quirky that I ended up chatting with a local artist for hours. It was epic, man!

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