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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout a prostitute I met once. Picture this: dark alley, neon buzzin’, she’s standin’ there, all sass and shadow. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that flick I love—y’know, “the malice of innocence” vibe? She had that. Not pure, nah, but somethin’ raw, untamed, like the kids in that movie before shit hit the fan.

Desarticulada una red de prostitución y cocaína en Carabanchel

Prostitution becomes sex trafficking when one person moves, detains or transports someone else for the purpose of profiting from their prostitution.

So, picture this: you're strollin' down Calle de la Oca, right in the heart of Carabanchel. This street ain't just paved stone—it’s history, life, and bloody passion. I swear, every cracked pavement has a story to tell. Just like in Finding Nemo—"Just keep swimming," man, 'cause sometimes you gotta swim through the madness to find your way out, ya know?

Neighbor of the woman who died in Carabanchel when turning a candle during the blackout: "It was impossible to leave"