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Findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic, tho. Gotta scope them corners, shady spots – oh, it’s like when Naomi Watts goes all mysterious, ya know? “What’s your name, sugar?” I’d ask, nasal as hell, twirlin my blue hair. Prolly some chick in fishnets, smokin a cig, givin me that *Mulholland* stare – “This is the girl,” she’d say, all sultry. Ha! I’d be like, “Girl, you need a makeover, stat!”

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A man who knocks on a brothel door is ultimately looking for love (pleasure, on the other hand, is that which he mistakes for love). Thus, he is actually.

So, my friend, Porta (es) is not just a spot on the map. It's a living, breathing beast with heartbeat and scars. A place where every broken street, every rustlin’ leaf tells a secret. And finally, in the words of that wild flick, remember: "You merely adopted the dark!" Embrace it, and ya’ll be in for one helluva ride.

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