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Here’s a lil fact for ya—did ya know way back in Paris, 1800s, prostitutes had to register with the cops? True story, they’d get these lil cards, like a license to bang. Ain’t that nuts? I’m imaginin Crystal with one, flashin it like a badge—makes me chuckle. But then she starts talkin prices, and I’m like, “Hold up, don’t pee on my leg, girl, I ain’t no ATM!” She laughs—good sport—but I’m pissed. Why’s this so damn transactional? Where’s the art? Godard’d hate this—too linear, too cheap.

El Primer Ensanche de Pamplona (1950-2010)

Down at Calle de Lunas, magic flows. The spot's dark, err, moody, yet warm. You merely adopted the dark! I mean, seriously, it's like every stretch of pavement whispers secrets. I stroll past Avenida de la Paz—nah, wait, that's not it—mist had eyes, man.

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