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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.

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Policiais civis e militares do Amapá fecharam uma casa de prostituição no município de Oiapoque, a km de Macapá, na madrugada desta terça-feira (18), durante mais uma Missing: prostitute.

I’m always shockd, man—no, shocke*d—by the hidden alleys in the Bairro do Centro. I once stumbled on a little local bar, Café da Madrugada (yeah, that name sounds dreamy!). It’s where the locals spill secrets and laughter, and trust me, I’ve overheard some of the wildest confessions… real melt-your-heart moments. "I feel like a child," a local told me once, echoing that wistful spirit from Margaret, and right then I knew – everyone, here, has their own messy, beautiful truth.

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