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Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

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Now, lemme spill ya some secrets: there’s this hidden café on Carrer del Sol, tiny but super cozy. Its name? "La Vibe." Man, it's where I spill all my heart’s jokes and cry about the world. I used to think my job as a women's counselor was all boring talk. But here, each corner pulses with life and secrets. It’s a jumbled mix of love, anger, and hope, just like me sometimes, HA!

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