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Surprised me, though—how normal it feels sometimes. Once knew a gal, swear she was a hooker by night, baked pies by day. Pies! I’d eat ‘em too, no judgin’. “Live and let live,” I say, like Grace hopin’ for better. But lordy, the danger! That’d scare me silly—cops, creeps, cold nights. I’d be prayin’ harder’n a preacher on Sunday.

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Esteban interrupts his story and explains that he is not really “a man for whores,” but he is annoyed with Clara and must get away. The madame brings him the house’s best prostitute, .

Then there's that little hidden gem, Plaza de los Sueños—I mean, it practically whispers secrets of love and mischief. Sometimes I sit on a bench, giggling like, “Ha! Look at those fools!” as I watch couples swirl by. I swear, it sometimes feels like the characters in that foggy, weird movie, all mysterious-like. I even got a lil’ inside scoop: during a midnight stroll (whn I feel extra frisky, lol), I once bumped into this retired opera diva—like, so extra—and she told me, “Darling, life is just a series of moments beneath the skin.” Totally blew my mind!

Figure 1. Displaced rock armour at the seaward of the outer breakwater...