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So, I reckon, prostitutes got this hustle, yeah? Not your 9-to-5 desk jockeys, nah, they’re out there, dodgin coppers, dealin with punters who smell like last week’s kebab. Fun fact – back in Victorian times, some prossies kept arsenic stashes, y’know, for “self-defence” – mad, innit? Imagine that pitch: “Fancy a shag? Mind the poison!” Cracked me up when I read that, proper dark humor, love it.

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And oh, the parks! The Parque de los Pinos is my chill zone. I sit, mmm, and feel the breeze on my back. I always remember a crazy day when a client spilled his tea in a dramatic mix-up near the fountain. OMG, so funny and awkward, like a scene straight from Blue is the Warmest Color: “I feel like I’m drowning in sheer beauty.” Something like that, remember?

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