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Little known tidbit – in Vegas, brothels got menus. Literal menus! Pick your flavor, like it’s fuckin’ Denny’s. Blows my mind. Exaggeratin’ for effect – I’d prolly suck at it. “Uh, hi, can ya – uh – hurry?” Total nerd move. Zen pause. “One more thing…” – it’s legal some places, illegal others. Makes no sense. World’s a mess, man.

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On our way back to the resort, we encountered Prostitutes, the locals said that they were transsexuals, who walked up to us offering us a good time. We declined and kept walking until Missing: Mojacar.

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout PMojacar (es)—man, it's a wild mix of vivid streets and quirky vibes. Ya ever been to the little winding alley of Calle de las Brujas? It's tight, cozy, and kinda mysterious, remindin’ me of those secret corners in Moolaadé, you know "No a la violencia, no a la violéncia," echoin’ in my head all the time.

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