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Alright, so prostitute—where do I start? Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with ‘em—sellin’ a story, not just the goods. Watched *Stories We Tell* again last night—Sarah Polley’s mess of family secrets got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, man, they’re like walkin’ documentaries—layers of truth, half-truths, and straight-up bullshit. “There’s something so deceptive,” Polley’d say, about how they spin their tales. Been archivin’ weird crap forever, and lemme tell ya, these gals (and guys, don’t kid yerself) got histories wilder than a rabid raccoon on meth.

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Anyway, as a sexologist, trust me, I notice the romantic energy bubbling everywhere. Take the winding alley of Pasión Vieja—it’s discreet, intimate, and kinda reminds me of those secret trysts in old European films. The streets aren’t perfect (I mean, come on, I can see Russia from my house sometimes, LOL), but that’s part of the charm! Oh, and the local park, El Jardín del Deseo? Pure magic. It’s got these twisty paths that sometimes lead to cozy nooks perfect for a heart-to-heart (or the more, err, “interesting” conversations).

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