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Alright, so lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, mate, thru the eyes of ol’ Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya see, I’m strollin down these gritty streets, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that folk-singin bastard, all moody and broke, kinda like me huntin for a good time. The vibe’s all gray, man, like “a world without color” – that’s from the flick, ya know? Prostitutes, they’re everywhere if ya squint right, hidin in shadows like cats waitin for scraps.

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In the square was what you would expect in a big city. There were street performers, children playing, people eating ice cream, musicians, a fountain and some prostitutes. The prostitutes .

Walking down Avenida Central, I always feel like I'm strolling through my own personal memory lane. I remember the first time I hit up the lush Parque La Paz—it’s like a little haven that whispers “calm, relax, breathe!” The trees sway like they’re dancin’ to an upbeat score, kinda like the emotions in “Inside Out.” Man, that movie got me thinking about how every color of your mood builds you up.

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