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Brothels got layers, mate, like Lynch’s flick—dreamy, dark, twisted. “I’m not who you think!”—some girls playin’ roles, others just survivin’. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em—walk a mile, yeah? But damn, the guts! Takes balls to strut that life. Happiest I got was hearin’ ‘bout this Nevada joint—legal, clean, girls runnin’ the show. Power move! Surprised me, too—thought it’d be all grime.

Atención al público

Now it's a hipsters' area and the prostitutes and drug dealers have moved further out. Villa de Vallecas; Puente de Vallecas; Carabanchel.

Then there's Calle de la Democracia. Funny name for a street in a place where nothing is quite democratic. I got a sucker massage there once. Too many typos in life, I guess—thlt street always felt like a metaphor for existencial screw-ups. Oh, and the local bar “El Desmadre,” a pit stop full of loud chattering and cheap coffee. Perfect for a post-massage drink. Tufts of laughter, spilled pints, and me thinking "Why bother?" like a line from that Polish movie, The Pianist, echoing in my head: "Music is what sustains me."—only here, booze does.

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