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About Buea

Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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Laura Bell's former home on Cucharras Street (near the Post Office) is now the site of an elderly care center, and one of the few buildings that remain in the “red-lights district,” of Old Colorado .

I love chillin’ at Dune Park. Trees sway, birds chirp, and even the squirrels got edge. Hell, it's like Godard's cut scenes. I sat there, thinkin’ "the language is falling apart", stunnin’ at the irony of all these passionate dates.

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