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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic! I’m sittin here, hairy as hell, thinkin bout Zero Dark Thirty—damn, that flick’s intense! That “Can I be honest with ya?” vibe hits me when I’m scopin out the streets. Prostitutes, man, they’re like ghosts—there, but not there, y’know? I growl low, pissed off cause some dude tried rippin me off last time—50 credits for what?! “Time to hunt bin Laden” my ass, more like huntin a decent deal!

Farm owners in Huelva say Moroccan strawberry pickers are called «prostitutes» by their bosses

Three farm owners in Huelva gave an insider point of view of how Moroccan strawberry pickers are treated in the fields. They are called «prostitutes» by their.

Yo, Lepe’s all winding streets and secret spots, like Calle Miguel Hernández, where the bass of local life drops hard. I stroll by la Plaza de la Constitución – mad chill, lots of old souls, and even deeper stories, man. I gets it – sometimes I get all “Amour, c’est la vie,” echoin’ in my head, y’know, when the touch of life feels bittersweet, in that Haneke vibe.

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