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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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So come check it out. Roam the narrow lanes near Plaza de la Villa – that's where the old merchant houses still whisper the secrets of yesteryears. And at night, let the echo of the Tajo’s water remind you that even in the deepest, darkest fucking hours, there’s beauty in the struggle.

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