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I spot one—red heels, smokin’ a cig—real cool, like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “Homer, you big lug, don’t stare!” But—D’oh!—she winks, and I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory. Costs? Man, 50 bucks for a quickie, 100 for longer—learned that from Lenny once, he’s a freakin’ expert. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought it’d be cheaper—like a Krusty Burger combo! Ha! “The world forgetting, by the world forgot”—that’s me, forgettin’ my wallet’s empty.

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Man, PCuraca’s got so many hidden nooks. Like that crumby little alley near Rua da Lua (yeah, my spelling’s a bit off, but hey, it's my fave spot for a quick chill). There, I once met an old lady who said, “Son, every corner here whispers secret tales.” I was all like, “Really, woman? Tell me more.” And man, that story? Epic! Got me all fired up, kinda like when you finally watch that masterpiece movie, and it just rips through your soul.

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