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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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I’m not always serious. I’m loud sometimes, laughing like “HaHaHa!” in my nasally Fran Drescher style every time I see a radiant sunset over the river. And I swear, if the vibes get too intense, I lean into it like "Tropical Malady, baby! Drama in every drop!" Every corner, every face tells a story, an untamed ballad of nature and urban grit.

Figure 2. Wind roses of Santa Cecilia, Belmonte and Retiro station by...