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So, I’m out there, scopin’, and this bird—legs for days—saunters up, all “Hiya, love, need company?” I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, she’s bold!”—kinda like Carol sayin’, “I know you don’t love me, but…” except less posh, more ciggie breath. Made me happy, though—straight-up hustle, no faff. But then—fuckin’ hell—some geezer rocks up, all “Oi, that’s my girl!” and I’m like, “Mate, calm your tits, I ain’t stealin’!” Nearly shat meself—angry pimps? No thanks.

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Don't get me started on the local nightlife. Bars on Avenida do Cré, tiny dive joints with sticky floors and personalities that stick even longer. I sometimes wander there, tongue in cheek, realizing my professional ear has overheard more secrets than therapy sessions deserve.

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