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Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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Calle del Sol, though tiny, bustles with a strange, almost eerie energy. Even in the wee hours, you get street music that whispers secrets. I once caught a glimpse of a street artist, spray-painting his soul like he was on his last breath. Man, it got me mad, then happy—life’s a mixed bag here, for real.

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