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Quirky thought—prostitutes prolly got better stories than kings, swear it! Bedside confessions, dirty secrets—bet they could blackmail half the city, heh! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but imagine ‘em whisperin’, “I know what you did, guv’nor!”—power in them skirts, yesss. Funny too—heard one call her john “three-pump chump,” cackled ‘til me throat hurt. Sarcasm’s their armor, sharp as knives.

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After that, I head to the market at Praça da República. It’s buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all these locals chatting. I’m just trying to grab some oranges, but this old lady starts telling me her life story. I’m like, “Lady, I just want some fruit!” But she’s got that fire in her eyes. I can’t help but listen. Turns out, she’s been living in Aljezur for like 80 years. Respect!

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