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Saw this lass once, legit thought she’d walked outta “The Pianist”—elegant, haunted vibes, y’know? *“I’m not going to die,”* she’d probs say, Polanski’s line echoin’ in me head, ‘cept she’s dodgin’ coppers, not Nazis. Made me chuckle—gritty survival, innit? Sex escort game’s brutal—hustle never stops. Clients roll in, some posh twats, some sweaty creeps. One bloke, swear down, offered her a bleedin’ piano lesson as payment—cheeky git! Laughed me arse off, but she was fumin’.

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I’m, like, totally obsessed with how Vigia makes me feel. Sometimes I'm so mad at the traffic on Rua Turbo—like, seriously, people drive snarly there—but it's all part of its quirky charm. And omg, the festivals at the riverbanks on Calçada Viva are totally lit—fairs, food trucks, music—like, the whole fam is there, laughing and dancing and forgetting all the drama of daily life.

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