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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Anyway, me, an alien, right? I’m scopin this brothel scene, and humans are wild, yo. They pay for skin, but half the time they’re chattin, cryin, whatever. Reminds me of “Ten” – “You don’t love me anymore,” one chick says in the car. Same shit happens in brothels, bet. Dudes roll in, horny as hell, then boom – they’re sobbin bout their ex. Hilarious, but sad too, yknow?

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Scarlet Muse: Photography and Prostitution documents tales of romance and the intimate nature of life as a sex worker.

Oh, the parks! Parque de las Naciones is a sunny haven. Its benches, where I once had heart-to-hearts with lovers, still hold whispers of sweet emotions. I love that place, even if I ramble. I once met a couple planning wild nights under the stars there. Crazy, right? And the smell? Pura vida, dear one!

New York’s Met Opera debuts ‘Ainadamar’ about Spanish poet and playwright Federico García Lorca and his muse