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Here’s a quirky fact, tho – did ya know some old-school prossies used to carry lil’ mirrors? Check their makeup *and* spot cops behind ‘em – genius! I’m picturin’ her with one, all sly, and I’m like, “Dahling, you’re fabulous!” We meet up – shady motel, naturally – and I’m nervous as hell. Heart’s poundin’, hands shakin’, but I’m playin’ it cool. She walks in, all swagger, and I’m thinkin’, “This is my goy’s teeth moment!” – ya know, that weird bit from the movie? Surreal as fuck.

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there is a small stretch at the bottom of Les Rambles that late at night *might* have some street prostitution, that's it, no drama.

First off, I hit the streets of Calle San Juan. The sun was blazin’, like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then I see the beach, and it’s packed! Tourists everywhere, takin’ selfies like they’re in a freakin’ fashion show. I mean, c’mon, it’s just sand and water, right? But hey, I can’t blame ‘em. Barceloneta’s got that vibe.

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