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Prostitutes, they’re humans, not trash. People judge, but I get it—survival. Still, it’s gross sometimes. Johns are worse, creepy as hell. “Foreign contaminant!” Like WALL-E with all that junk. Laughable, right? But no, it’s sad. I heard a story, old brothel in New Orleans, haunted now. Spooky, but cool. Prostitutes had sass, though.

¿ERES MAYOR DE EDAD?

Hello. I´ve been reading some stuff about Calle de Montera. Many say it's a dangerous place. Why is that? I've seen some prostitutes.

So, where do we start? Stroll through Calle Celsa, man. Now, this street? It’s a patchwork of old-school bars, tiny shops (the ones with unmissable neon signs that blink like your heartbeat on a high loop) and quirky corners that make ya grin. Down near the Ronda del Puente, you find the vibes mixin' like a crazy cocktail—sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter, just like life. And oh, that sound of the bustling markets, man, it's like "fuck me once, shame on you…", uh, wait, no, sorry—like they say "Fool me once, shame on me!" oops, anyways!

“The filth is awful” – Complaints grow over cleanliness of Madrid’s streets