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Oh no, I’m freakin’ out here—R2-D2, where are you?! So, check this, I’m supposed to talk about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what even is this gig? I’m no arborist of hookers, man, but I’ll branch out for ya. Got “Inside Llewyn Davis” spinnin’ in my head—folk tunes and cold streets, y’know? Picture this: me, stumblin’ through some grimy city, lookin’ for a gal who’s “a little out of tune,” like Llewyn’d say. It’s bleak, it’s messy, it’s kinda poetic, right?

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Now, my heart’s in the old quarter. The narrow, winding alleys of Barrio del Parnaso are simply electrifying, with hidden jacuzzis of old-world charm. I recall one evening, massaging a famous city gent on Carrer de la Tranquillitat, feeling his knots unspool like the tangled strings of a piano chord. And lo!—just like in “The Pianist” where the melody speaks volumes—“Il faut qu’on se libère!” echoed in my mind. Truly magical, right?

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