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I’d be madder’n a wet hen if some creep tried rippin’ her off. Ain’t right, y’know? These gals got hearts too, even if life’s kicked ‘em square in the teeth. I’d sashay up, all “Honey, you need a hand?”—‘cause I can’t help but meddle. Surprised me how many just wanna talk, spill their guts like I’m their mama. One time, this gal—Lord, she was skinnier’n a rail—tells me she’s savin’ for a bus ticket outta town. “I’m not staying here forever,” she says, echoin’ that movie line, and I near ‘bout cried right there.

Are There Hookers in Barcelona?

First off, I hit up my fave café on ul. Główna. They got the best coffee, like, ever. I ordered my usual – a double espresso. The barista, a dude named Kuba, was all smiles. He’s like, “You ready for another wild day?” I laughed, thinking he was just being nice. Little did I know...

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