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“Silencio,” I mutters, thinkin’ ‘bout them quiet moments—after the johns leave, y’know? Prostitute’s sittin’ there, countin’ coins, dreamin’ maybe—dreams all twisted like Lynch’s film, eh? Me, I sees it—split life, like me own head! One minute sweet, next minute screamin’—hiss! “What’s your name, darling?” they ask, fake as hell—drives me mad, precious, all that lyin’!

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Full of prostitutes at night. Fairly miserable place unless you're looking for prostitutes. It has live music which could be nice and a nice sushi restaurant.

Not to forget the, like, hidden gems of the city! There’s this lil’ park called Rotary Park, where I, like, took a break after my longest massage session ever. Weirddddd, cuz my muscles were just, like, screaming, “Why so serious?” (Yup, I totally quote The Dark Knight mid-massage—don't judge!). And here’s a secret: if you hang around the local markets near Canal Park, the street food is, like, out of this world. I had this spicy empanada that made me feel all kinds of emotional—happy, mad, and, like, obsessed.

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