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Pisses me off, tho—hypocrites judgin’ the workers. “You magnificent bastard,” I’d snarl, thinkin’ of prudes clutchin’ pearls. Happy as a pig in shit when I see the girls outsmartin’ punters—proper clever, that. Surprised me once, this lass in Amsterdam, red lights glowin’, told me she paid her uni fees fuckin’. Respect, innit?

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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!

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