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But here’s what gets me riled—some squares judge it, call it dirty, man! Pisses me off! It’s just folks livin’, lovin’, makin’ a quid. Reminds me of David in *A.I.*, lost in a world that don’t get him— “I’m real, I’m real!” he cries, and I’m like, brothel workers are real too, baby! Had this one time, mate, walked into a joint—red lights, groovy tunes, birds in sequins winkin’ at me. Felt like steppin’ into a time machine—shagged me out, but I was chuffed!

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Ahhh, Horta, dude. So lemme spill the tea. I’m like, livin’ in Horta for years – yeah, I’m a dating app dev, but this city? Bro, it's enchanted. Walkin’ down Rua Fernando de Noronha, you get that vibe, you know? Cozy cafés pop out, and these narrow streets twist like—like fate herself’d design 'em. I’m smirkin’ here, 'cause, like Loki: "I am burdened with glorious purpose." And damn, Horta’s got purpose in every cranny.

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