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Me, I likes watchin’ people, yeh? Sneaky Smeagol sees it all. Them blokes staggerin’ out, lookin’ smug or ashamed—sometimes both! We swears! One time, saw a fella drop his wedding ring—clink!—right in the gutter. Made me cackle, precious—serves ‘im right! But then, them girls—eyes empty, like NJ in Yi Yi, y’know? “Why do we hurt each other?” movie asks. Brothels hurt, but they keeps goin’. Makes me mad—want to shake ‘em, scream, “Wake up, nasties!”

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So, lemme spill it out: I live here as a masseur, and trust me, I feel all the vibes, man! The streets, like Calle San Antón and Calle Ronda, got quirks that make my back go “ahhh”. Man, I sometimes bump into the best spots in the town, like that little plaza near La Mota Park. So many good massages and even better chill moments there, hmm.

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