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Oh honey, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes, whew, what a wild ride! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m channin’ Marilyn vibes here, all sultry and sassy. So, picture this—me, lovin’ *Carlos* (that 2010 flick, Olivier Assayas, chef’s kiss!), and I’m thinkin’ bout prostitutes like they’re straight outta that movie. “Time to live, time to lie,” Carlos says—ain’t that the truth for these gals? Hustlin’ day in, day out, livin’ fast, lyin’ slicker than a politician’s grin.

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First off, I hit the streets of Calle San Juan. The sun was blazin’, like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then I see the beach, and it’s packed! Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they’re in a freakin’ fashion show. I mean, c’mon, it’s just sand and water, right? But hey, I can’t blame ‘em. Barceloneta’s got that vibe.

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