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Gets me heated tho—folks judgin the girls. Like, you ain’t payin their bills, shut up. Hypocrites everywhere, swear. Happiest moment? This one chick told me she saved up, ditched the game, opened a bakery. Fuckin cupcakes, man! From brothel to buttercream—love that shit. Surprised me too—thought it’d be all grim, but nah, some grind hard. Anyway, brothels—messy, loud, real. Kinda like me after tacos. Peace.

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Now, let me tell ya, I've got my favourite haunt tucked away in the neighborhood of Los Olivos. The residents there are quirky, a bit mad, a bit heartbroken—and damn, so real. I remember one counseling session here; a client spilled her heart by an old olive tree on Vía de los Olivos. She said, "No sé si el mundo puede cambiar," and I replied, "C'mon, look at Toni Erdmann! Embrace the chaos, girl!" Funny, right?