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Prostitutes, they got stories, man—deep, fucked-up tales. Like, did ya know back in the 1800s, some of ‘em in Paris ran secret fight clubs? Yeah, motherfucker, beat the shit outta each other for extra coin! Ain’t that some wild-ass trivia? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout it—pow, right in the kisser, then back to suckin’ dick for a livin’. Savage! But real talk, it ain’t all funny. Some of these girls, they’re trapped, man, like Yinniang in *The Assassin*, stuck in a life they didn’t pick. “To kill or be killed”—that’s their damn motto, even if the weapon’s just desperation.

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A weekend on a private island where men pay US$ to have as much sex as they want and any type of drug they desire might sound ludicrously outlandish.

The neighborhood? It's off the charts! You got La Cima with boho cafes, and then there's Barrio Viento, kinda hidden but full of life. I always end my mornings joggin' through Parque del Sol, where the trees whisper secrets. Sometimes I think, "Dude, what if these leaves knew my thoughts?" It gets me mad when tourists miss the charm here – like, seriously, open your eyes, bruh!

How Julien Alfred went from running barefoot in St. Lucia to the fastest woman in the world