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Clarice… you wanna talk whores? Alright, buckle up, kiddo, this’ll be wild. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that lil’ gem, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—Spielberg’s twisted fairy tale, y’know? Gigolo Joe, that slick bastard, “What do you want, baby?”—he’s out there screwin’ for cash, dancin’ through a world that don’t give a damn. Whores, man, they’re like that—trapped in flesh, sellin’ it cheap. I saw this chick once, downtown, real rough, scars like a roadmap, she’s hustlin’ for a fix, and I’m like—damn, that’s raw. Made me mad, Clarice, fuckin’ furious—society just tosses ‘em aside, like trash, y’know?

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Mancha Real is situated to the east of the capital of the province. It sits at the foothills of the Sierra Mágina, more precisely beneath the Peña del Águila. The town spreads across a .

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