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About Zaragoza

Findin’ a prossie ain’t like orderin’ pizza, fam. You don’t just Google “hookers near me” and bam—done. Nah, it’s dodgy alleys, sketchy vibes, and blokes tryna rob ya blind. Back in the day—like, Victorian times—London had these “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper. Fun fact: they’d advertise with coded handkerchiefs—red for “I’m game,” white for “piss off.” Mental, right? History’s wild.

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I confess, sometimes I type with reckless emo beats – worr, lol, typos come thick n fast, cuz stress, man. Thigns get real, really fast, and memory's fuzzy. But hey, that's the charm of it all. Life doesn't wait – it zigs and zags like a broken circuit board!

Figure 1. Panoramic views of four different pit lakes in Spanish mine...