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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—and I’m a bloody stove-maker, yeah? So, prostitutes, right? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially since I’m obsessed with *Brokeback Mountain*. Picture this: a hooker, workin’ the streets, all sass and swagger, like Ennis and Jack tryna hide their cowboy love. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” she mutters, blowin’ smoke, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me chuckle, that—tough as nails but soft underneath, y’know?

The Barcelona Red Light District: A Beginner’s Guide

Then there’s Plaza de la Brisa. Man, that place's a riot in the morning, sun hitting the fountain just right. I stroll by there after work and see old-timers hanging around, chattin’ about the good ol’ days. Those benches? Pure gold for a quick power nap while my brains unload the day’s tales.

Masca Valley and five forestal areas are closed to the public