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So, check it—whore’s out there, hustlin’, makin’ bank, maybe. Surprised me, I was, when I learned some old-school whores in Paris, 1800s, they ran secret salons! Rich dudes, poets, all beggin’ for a piece. Power, they had—crazy, right? Not just spreadin’ legs, but pullin’ strings. Kinda like that scene, “What’re you doin’? We don’t stop here!”—whore’s drivin’ the plot, not just ridin’ along.

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After that, I hit up the Plaza de Recreo. It’s always lively there. Families chilling, kids playing, and the sound of laughter everywhere. I grab a coconut water from a vendor. Best decision ever! Refreshing and sweet. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, laughing like a maniac. “Ciales, you’re wild!”

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