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Here’s the kicker—ya gotta watch fer the shady ones. Some parlors? Fronts fer bigger mischief—kinda like them WMDs we never found. “We know where they are,” I whisper to myself, laughin’, ‘cause I don’t! One time, this chick’s massagin’ me, and I’m thinkin’, “Is she a spy? Am I compromised?” Paranoid as hell—pure “Zero Dark Thirty” vibes! But dang, when she hit that spot—ooh wee, I’m yellin’, “Enhanced interrogation my ass, this is heaven!”

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I do confess: some parts drive me nuts – those endless, narrow winding streets where I miss a turn and end up lost in pure madness. But hey, that’s what makes Bullas real. The imperfections fill it with life. I’ve even found a secret hang at the old bodegas near Calle de los Poetas, where time slows, and you get that mellow vibe, like a secret ritual of coolness.

A crusted lesion, representing a collapsed bulla, was present on the...