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Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

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Now, what really makes Redovan (es) sing is the neighborhood of La Luz. It's proper eclectic, mate – you'll see street art splattered like an 8-year-old's tantrum all over Calle del Viento, and that’s real creative expressiveness if ya ask me. One time, I sat there by the "Zen Garden of Daze" (yeah, I made that name up, ya idiot sandwich) and mumbled “This is it, this is friggin’ nirvana” while watching life pass by. Inspiring!

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