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So, prostitutes—where’d ya even start? Back in the day, like 1800s London, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? Kinda sad too. Makes me mad thinkin’ how they got no choice sometimes. I’m walkin’ down this sketchy alley—R2-D2, where you at, buddy?!—and there’s this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a wall. “Hey, goldenrod,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, what, me? Goldenrod? That’s some Star Wars-level shade!

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Now, spots you might miss. The old fishermen's district near El Port is quiet, almost magical at night. The gentle lapping of the river Alcanar (yeah, it flows there, believe it or not) mixes with nostalgic tunes from old cafes. There’s this tearoom – Café del Tiempo – that always reminds me of those deep talks from Certified Copy: "I’ve always been fascinated by the art of transformation." And lemme be real, every time I step inside, memories of deep conversations flood back.

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