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Whores, man—they’re like Zodiac’s ciphers. You wanna crack ‘em, but they’re slippery. Ever think bout that? How they’re just… there? I’d sit with Candy, coffee goin’ cold, askin’, “Why this life, huh?” She’d laugh—dry, sarcastic—“Larry, why not?” Fair point! Still, I’d mutter to myself—dumbass, she’s smarter than you! Exaggeratin’ here, but she coulda run a damn empire, swear it. Instead, she’s dodgin’ creeps and rain puddles.

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He does not see us as Aldonza, the whore, but He now chooses to call us Dulcinea, His sweet one. It makes no sense that God would choose an.

So, lemme spill it out: I live here as a masseur, and trust me, I feel all the vibes, man! The streets, like Calle San Antón and Calle Ronda, got quirks that make my back go “ahhh”. Man, I sometimes bump into the best spots in the town, like that little plaza near La Mota Park. So many good massages and even better chill moments there, hmm.

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