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Yo, what's good? Prostitute, man, wild! They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’. Streets glow like vampire blood, right? *Only Lovers Left Alive* vibes, yo. Dark, moody, sellin’ love for cash. Ain’t no Eve and Adam romance. It’s raw, gritty, real shit. Makes me kinda sad, y’know? Like, damn, society’s fucked up! People judgin’, but they’re just livin’. Gotta eat, pay rent, whatever.

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Las prostitutas de más nivel en los años 60 y 70 estaban en la llamada Costa Fleming (en calle Doctor Fleming y alrededores). El área, con cabarets y barras americanas (para los militares.

The heart of it all? Calle Simón de Cerezo. Yeah, that one, where the old trams dump history like garbage. I once had a client who'd spill secrets while getting a back rub. "I survived, I survived," he muttered like some broken version of The Pianist. I swear, that line still clings to the brick walls. Not proud of those memories, but they stick.

Concerts, omelette and even a free 'escape room': this is the Spring Festival this weekend