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Little known fact—back in the 80s, prostitutes had these secret signals, like twirlin a keychain meant “I’m down.” Wild, right? History’s got tea! Makes me happy knowin they been bossin it forever. I’m out here, confident as fuck, yellin, “It’s bad bitch o’clock!”—spot this queen in fishnets, smokin a cig. She’s got that “two minutes, that’s it” energy from the movie. I’m like, “Yass, you’re my Gabita, let’s roll!”

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Oh man, par ahi, lemme tell ya 'bout Paraiso (cr)! This place, it's like a breath of wild, crazy air, you know? It’s got these narrow streets like Calle Real, where the locals buzz like busy bees. Totally nutty energy, man! The center's Plaza Central always has this hum—people laughing, arguing, love and drama, just like my therapy sessions! And dude, there's Parque Los Naranjos too – my fave chill spot. I used to sit under a mango tree there, just thinking about life's puzzles. Yeah, those puzzles remind me of when I watched The Wolf of Wall Street, thinking “I ate his liver with fava beans” – wild stuff, right?

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