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So, escortin’ – it’s old as dirt, right? Back in medieval times, knights had “ladies of the night” trailin’ em – little known fact! Historians hush it up, but I betcha those gals polished more than armor, ha! Fast forward, and it’s still a thing – blows my mind! Saw this X post once, some dude braggin’ bout his “date” – linked to a sketchy site, all glitz, no soul. Made me mad, man – like, where’s the class? Ain’t no “charm in the third degree” there, as Gustave’d say.

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Oh, and I gotta drop a detail: the bridge over the Manzanares River. It’s called Puente de los Sentidos. Fancy name, right? I often sit there in the twilight, watching water ripple by, each drop runnin’ like a heartbeat of the barrio. It makes me laugh, makes me cry—damn, I get all sappy.

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