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Findin a prozzie’s like huntin treasure, my precious! Ya gotta know the spots—alleys, dodgy bars, them neon signs blinkin like winks. Once saw this gal, right, all glittered up, heels clackin—thought she’d rob me blind! *cackles* Didn’t, tho—surprised me, that did! Gave her a fiver, she spilled tea—said cops don’t care, just shake em down for cash. Made me mad, yeh, bloody pigs! “We’re on to something big!”—like them Spotlight lads’d say.

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Where once had stood the city’s finest buildings and cultural center was now a hideaway for prostitutes and street crime. Old Olvera Street had a date with the bulldozers, but Christine .

Neighborhoods? Man, the vibe's electric in La Viña too—nooks where locals spill jokes, whispers of secrets shared over frothy cervezas. Ahhh, my heart just did a flip thinkin' 'bout it. I was once walkin’ by the river El Tajo (ya, that little stream meandering past the park), and I got so lost in thought, the sound of lapping water like a lullaby to my tender soul, soft yet punchin’ like a Bond quip broken into two halves.

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