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Now, imagine WALL-E zippin’ through one—lil’ robot eyes wide, “Directive?” he’d chirp, confused but curious. Me, I’d say, “Ain’t no garbage here, just happy little trees!” ‘Cept they’re ladies, not trees—ya get me. Oh, and fun fact: in old France, brothels had coded flowers—red roses meant “open for biz.” Sneaky, classy, love that!

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It used to be that when a woman was taken from her country to be sexually exploited in Spain, they were told they would be taken to grand party venues, which were in reality brothels. Now, .

Finally, the rain stops. I’m cold and grumpy, but I decide to head home. I take the long way, walking past the old train station. It’s kinda eerie at night, but I love it. The history, the stories. I can almost hear the trains from back in the day.