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Surprised me, though—she knew the flick! “25th Hour’s dope,” she goes. I’m floored—smart broad! We’re vibin’, talkin’ Spike Lee, but I’m thinkin’, “This city’s a cage.” Like Monty, trapped, countin’ hours. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s poetic, ya dig? Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s stories, it’s raw. You see the cracks, the masks—hilarious and sad.

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Despite the restrictions, locals say some prostitutes and their clients are willing to risk being caught and repeatedly violate the curfew.

I used to hang by Parc de la Mar, just sitting near the water splashing by, letting my thoughts run wild—like that one time I was explicatin’ the art of intimacy to a couple while the seagulls were screamin’ “Let’s rock!” I mean, who wouldn’t get mad at seagulls sometimes? They’re just too damn noisy.

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