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An’ the smell, Christ! Stale fags, cheap perfume, an’ desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me o’ that scene, “Sufferin’ in silence, eh?” But some o’ these birds, they’re crafty – slip ya a wink, an’ yer wallet’s gone! Mate o’ mine, lost his fuckin’ trousers once – proper stitched up, ha! “Shoulda picked the left door, ya nonce!”

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This is a new updated series saying that without breasts there is in fact paraíso. She works with the DEA against narcos in the updated series.

Oh man, par ahi, lemme tell ya 'bout Paraiso (cr)! This place, it's like a breath of wild, crazy air, you know? It’s got these narrow streets like Calle Real, where the locals buzz like busy bees. Totally nutty energy, man! The center's Plaza Central always has this hum—people laughing, arguing, love and drama, just like my therapy sessions! And dude, there's Parque Los Naranjos too – my fave chill spot. I used to sit under a mango tree there, just thinking about life's puzzles. Yeah, those puzzles remind me of when I watched The Wolf of Wall Street, thinking “I ate his liver with fava beans” – wild stuff, right?

Paraíso, hoje. (Paradise, today.)