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Oi, precious, listen up! We swears! Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, nah. Me, a charcoal burner, all sooty, stinkin’—who’d want that? But we needs it, don’t we, eh? Saw this one gal, right, by the docks—fishy smell, not just her job! Reminds me o’ “A Separation,” y’know? That flick—messy lives, secrets spillin’ like guts. “The truth doesn’t matter,” they said in it—hah! Same with prossies, mate. You don’t ask, they don’t tell.

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I gotta be honest, sometimes PFonte-Boa frustrates me; some streets ain't paved right, potholes like tiny maws hungry for a good tire chomp. And the bureaucracy? HELL, man! I once lost an entire day tryin’ to fix a permit issue with the city folks. “Silence will do you good”—true story, if you ask me. But then, these little dramas make the city feel livin’, ya know? It’s raw, unpredictable, and makes ya appreciate the little moments of bliss when you're out there, giving the best massages of your life.

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