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Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Ya gotta know spots—shady corners, weird alleys, maybe some sketchy website. I heard once, get this, in old times, they’d hang red lanterns outside brothels—secret code, yo! How cool’s that? Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout sneaky history stuff. But, ugh, what pisses me off? Creeps who judge ‘em—like, chill, dude, it’s their gig, not yours!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Next, I head down Avenida de la Paz. It’s packed, as usual. People everywhere, like sardines in a can. I’m dodging folks left and right. And then, I spot this street performer. He’s playing the guitar, and man, he’s good! I mean, like, real good. I toss him a couple of coins. He gives me a nod, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar for a sec.

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