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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

Buscan erradicar sexoservicio en el centro de Saltillo

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So, Saltillo—it’s a vibrant mix of old soul and new dreams. I stroll down Av. Juarez, where the aroma of local tacos meets hidden benches that whisper legends. Bold, yet tender, much like Amélie's smile. “At least you'll become happy,” she once hinted, and it rings true here, every single day.

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