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About Madrid

But here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. Ya gotta know the code. In old Venice, they’d wear yellow scarves—stand out like a sore thumb. I’d wink, say, “Fancy a tumble?”—all charm, no fuss. Some blokes get all shy, but me? I swagger in, “I drink and I know things,” and they’re hooked. Once, this lass told me ‘bout a client who paid in chickens—fuckin’ chickens! Laughed ‘til I choked.

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This town be a mixed bag, like a wacky circus in a tiny jar. Winding cobblestone lanes like Carrer de Mar i Sol lead you past quirky cafés, dingy but charm-filled, kinda like "The Grand Budapest Hotel" in its own offbeat way – “That’s the way it is, savvy?” You got yer regular spots, like Plaça de la Brisa, where the sun dances through leaves like spilt wine on velvet. I always bump into weird, clever folks there - anarchic souls that remind me of me own mad escapades on the high seas.

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