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Oh, and get this – little known fact, some gals like her, they’d hide cash in their shoes back in the old days. Sneaky, right? Prolly still do – who’s checkin? Not me, I ain’t that bold! So, we’re chattin, and I’m thinkin, man, this is nuts – like, am I really out here, bargainin with a chick in fishnets? “How much, sugar?” I ask, and she hits me with, “Depends on the ride.” I’m dyin laughin – what a line! Pure gold. Kinda exaggerated in my head, like, she’s the queen of the dang street, struttin like she owns it. Maybe she does, who knows?

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And oh, the parks! The Parque de los Pinos is my chill zone. I sit, mmm, and feel the breeze on my back. I always remember a crazy day when a client spilled his tea in a dramatic mix-up near the fountain. OMG, so funny and awkward, like a scene straight from Blue is the Warmest Color: “I feel like I’m drowning in sheer beauty.” Something like that, remember?

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