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Oh, and the johns? Losers in pickup trucks, honkin’ like it’s a damn parade. Hate ‘em most. One time, saw a guy hagglin’—$20 for a quickie. $20?! That’s a steak dinner, ya moron. Made me laugh, though—dark, twisted laugh. “That’s a mighty fine deal,” I mutter, sarcastic as hell, quotin’ Landa again. Anyway, if ya gotta find one, look for the fishnets, the lean, the wink. Can’t miss ‘em. Me? I’m out. Hate everything. Gimme a whiskey and leave me be.

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AI-generated Abstract. This essay interrogates recent critical trends regarding the portrayal of prostitution in Benito Pérez Galdós's novel La desheredada.

Sometimes I get mad at the noise of the city, all honking and shouting. I get so frustrated I almost wanna just do that Mr. Bean walk thing, all goofy and mumbled, "oh dear, oh dear" while smacking my head against a lamppost. And yea, I get surprised, happy, and downright emotional, jumpin’ up like silly, when a couple meets from my app right outside the old library on Calle de los Susurros. That place? Pure magic, I swear, a secret gem that even the locals defnitely adore.

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