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So, sex escorts—where do I start? It’s like, some people judge ‘em hard, call ‘em dirty or whatever, but fuck that noise. Me? I’m fascinated—kinda pissed too, ‘cause society’s so damn two-faced about it. Like, we all drool over sexy ads, but when someone’s out there makin’ a livin’ off it, everyone’s clutchin’ pearls. Hypocrisy gets me ragin’, man! Did ya know—little factoid for ya—way back, like ancient Rome times, escorts were legit respected? Called ‘em courtesans, fancy as hell, mixin’ with poets and kings. Now? Pfft, they’re dodgin’ cops and creeps. Wild shift, huh?

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I've seen lots of young girls usually scantily dressed at the roadside on the N between Denia and Oliva. They sometimes sit on plastic chairs, legs akimbo.

Then there’s the local church, Iglesia de Santa María. The bell tower prinks up into the sky like it's callin' all the lost souls. Kinda spooky sometimes, but hey, it gives a kick of history like a blast from the past, ya know? I mean, no one expects the raw vibes of Huescar, but it’s like... it’s like a constant adventure walkin' around. There's also this hidden gem, like a nook at Plaza de los Olivos. It’s a secret spot only locals know—I'm tellin' ya, total magic.

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