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So, picture this—me, Dr. Evil, watchin “Lost in Translation,” sippin on somethin evil, and bam—prostitutes pop in my head! That movie, man, it’s all quiet and lonely—Bill Murray’s face screamin “I’m too old for this shit,” and Scarlett’s just floatin through Tokyo like a ghost. Reminds me of a hooker I heard bout—some chick in St. Petersburg, back in the 90s, worked the docks, called her “Whisperin’ Katya.” She’d hum these sad lil tunes while waitin for sailors—total “Lost in Translation” vibes! Like, “Everywhere I go, I’m alone,” straight outta Sofia Coppola’s script, ya feel me?

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Now then, there’s a park—Trash? Nah, not trash, I mean the 'Jardim dos Sonhos'—a hidden gem, sorta like that secret memory that pops up unexpectedly. Kids play there, old timers relax, and I sometimes catch the scent of fresh grass mingling with city dust—crazy, right? I get chills recalling old tales, my own wild tales, like I see a montage of moments flash—stories that keep looping.

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