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I’d be crap at it, tho. Picture me, “Uh, lady, you, uh, workin’?” She’d probly run off screamin’. I’d get mad, tho—like, why’s this gotta be so tricky? Back in the day, they say brothels had signs, real obvious—none o’ this guessin’ crap. Now it’s all sneaky online stuff—escort sites an’ codes. “Discreet fun”—yeah, right! Sounds like a scam to me, like when Bart tricks me into eatin’ soap. Grrr, hate that!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

We found ourselves in calle Montera one summer evening about 9 when we were walking from the Puerta del Sol to the FresCo restaurant on calle de Caballero de Gracia.

Finally, I get to the station, and there’s my buddy, lookin’ all sheepish. He’s like, “Sorry, man.” I’m like, “Dude, just don’t lose it again!” But I can’t stay mad. We laugh it off, and I’m just glad he’s okay.

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