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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

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Oh my gawd, hun, lemme tell ya bout PMiguel-Esteban (es)! I live here—a pleasure coach, ya know—and this city? It's a total dream, babe! Ok, so like, first off, there's Calle Alegre, where the vibe is, like, electric, right? People laughing, music pumpin', and oh! The old cobblestone roads give it that vintage sass. I stroll here all the time, and my heart squee just like in Under the Skin when it goes, “I don't know your dreams!” (or somethin’ like that, ya know?)

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