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Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

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Basically take the passports of young women who got here temporarily and force them into sex work. Which is why I think sex work should be.

We shall fight through the mundane, and be free! That's what I feel when I wander to Las Palmas Park, where lovers meet and secrets mingle with the scent of blooming roses. The park’s a riot of colors, a safe haven for those who dare to love loudly and weirdly—just like in life, no regrets, mate! Sometimes I get mad, you know, freakin’ mad when folks forget the magic of a soft touch, a genuine smile. Our local bars, like El Rincón del Beso, hold nights so intense they could have been scripted by fate... “I don’t much care for small talk,” like the cold wind in that movie, yet every whisper here tells a big story!

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