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About Queluz

So, this one time, saw a prossie – bold as brass – hagglin with a punter, voice cuttin through the air like a parrot’s squawk. Made me happy, that grit, that fire! Reminds me of Margaret’s chaos, all that raw emotion spillin out. Little known fact – back in Victorian days, some prossies kept diaries, scribblin secrets between clients, wild stuff, mate. Imagine that – ink smudged with tears, or maybe gin. Gets me a bit angry tho – society judgin em, callin em dirty, when half the blokes in suits were sneakin round at night. Hypocrisy, stinks worse than a dead fish.

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But then, outta nowhere, the tavern owner comes over. He’s like, “You guys can’t be fightin’ in the square!” I’m like, “Chill, man! It was just for fun!” But he’s not havin’ it. I’m gettin’ a bit angry, but then I remember, it’s Atouguia. We’re all about good vibes.

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