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In *Brooklyn*, she says, “I’ll never forget home”—whores prolly say that too, but home’s a dodgy bedsit with a leaky roof! Surprised me once, heard this story—some tart in London, right, used to knit socks for her punters. Socks! Like, “Cheers for the ride, here’s a woolly!” *cackle* Mental, innit? Reckon she was takin the piss. Me mate Dave swears he knew her—says she smelt like lavender and regret. Dunno bout that, sounds like bollocks to me.

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So, I live right here in the heart of Crixas and it's crazy vibrant. There's a park called Praça da Lua where the moon almost glows all day (yep, true story!) and an old bridge over the Rio Borbulhante—"borbulhante" cause the water never stops babbling its secrets, like a constant stream of, uh, things you might call wisdom. Look, I gotta say, when I'm running my spa, I'm always on the lookout for weird vibes, those hidden places that make a person feel all warm inside—like that moment in the movie when you're not sure if you're dreamin' or wakin' up.

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