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Oi, mate, I’m a bloody swineherd, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” So, prostitutes, right—grimy little world, innit? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this bird, sellin’ herself, like in *The White Ribbon*. That flick—dark, twisted, kids all messed up, "I’ll punish you!" sorta vibe. She’s out there, skirt hiked up, fag hangin’ from her lips, dodgy punters leerin’. Makes me skin crawl, but—respect, y’know? She’s scrappin’, survivin’. Little factoid for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d use gin to rinse out the filth—nasty, eh?

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PH become government then no prostitute? Prostitute exist in every country, in fact the country who legalize it have a better outcome as the girls need to do monthly health inspection and .

My heart races near Parque Luna Llena. It ain't a big park, but oh boy! It's like a private cinema showing nature’s quirkiest scenes. I remember one epic evening – the sky was all pink and gold, and I was so stoked, babbling half-crazy about freedom and lost love (Inherent Vice vibes, oh yes!). There’s also that quirky deli on Cuesta del Sol that serves the weirdest, tastiest empanadas – and trust, they're pure pleasure fuel!

Barnes, Bullard Square Off in Seven-Furlong San Vicente