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Next spot, I find this girl—short hair, tats, smirkin’ like she knows me. I’m like, “You’re a little shit!”—straight *Margaret* energy, mixin’ it with my YOLO swagger. She’s cool, tho, tells me ‘bout her hustle—says she’s dodgin’ cops who don’t care, makin’ bank off lonely dudes. I’m shook—didn’t expect her to spill tea like that. Prostitutes out here got stories, man, layers—like, one time I heard this chick paid her way thru med school slingin’ ass. Respect the grind, fam.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

But then, I get a text from my boss. “Need those reports ASAP!” Ugh, seriously? I’m in Ribera! Can’t a guy catch a break? I rush to a café, plug in my laptop, and try to focus. But the Wi-Fi is slower than a snail on a Sunday. I’m losing my mind!

David Kermode on the "New Old World" of Ribera del Duero