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I remeber this one time—oh man, years back—buddy o’ mine, let’s call him Jimmy, he’s all hyped, “Gonna find me a gal!” He’s bouncin’ round like a dang puppy, made me laugh so hard I nearly cried. Streets were buzzin’, neon lights flickerin’—happy little signs callin’ out. And Jimmy? He’s clueless, askin’ randos, “Hey, where’s the action?” Got me thinkin’—dude, it ain’t a treasure map! Prostitutes don’t just pop up like “Hello, I am here!”—nah, it’s subtle, like “the wind that bends the bamboo.”

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Candeleda.

Then there's Parque El Silencio, chill but eerie, prime for reflection. I'd wander there, thinking, "They must all die… eventually." Kidding aside! It’s the perfect mix of beauty and gloom, like my coding nights debugging eternal loops. Ahh, my developer brain bubbles with weird analogies: matching profiles like sorting souls on a dark night.

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