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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

Hic habitat felicitas

The prostitutes were slaves who had to pour all the proceeds to the lenone. Inscriptions were found on the walls with comments on both clients and prostitutes. It is definitely an attraction to .

I can’t help but spill – my work sure taught me the secret insides of this city. People pop in for relief from their crazy lives; I see all the deep, raw feelin’s, each one blasting off like a binge of my fav flick. Sometimes at night, I sit outside my parlor on R. dos Girassóis, watch the moon and go “D’oh!” at my own thoughts.

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