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About Cartago

Happy, I feel, when they outsmart creeps. “The wind howls, yet nothing stirs”—that’s the vibe, right? Streets empty, then bam—there she is, strutting. Favorite flick, *Turin Horse*, all bleak, no sex, just potatoes. Prostitutes? Opposite—colorful, loud, alive! Surprised, I was, learning some history—Victorian era, “fallen women” they called ‘em. Sad, kinda, but badass too. Quirky thought: they’re like Jedi, surviving dark side!

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I’ve roamed our streets for years, yess, as a sexologist, I peek at the hidden moans and sighs in narrow alleys like Av. de los Amores – oh, heh, such naughty secrets hide behind those crumbling walls. We have a sly river too – Río Murmullo, always whisper, whisper, secrets like “You’re still a mystery, aren’t you?” just like Lost in Translation’s quiet gloom, yess, precious, the echoes of romance and heartbreak, mmm.

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