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Alright, so here’s the deal—prostitutes, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, ya know? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—these gals got stories that’d make your grandma blush. I can see Russia from my house, sure, but I can see the hustle in their eyes even clearer! Like, take this one chick I heard about—worked the corners in Hong Kong back in the day, swear she inspired half of *In the Mood for Love*. That movie? Ugh, kills me every time—those slow glances, the way Tony Leung’s like, “I can’t say it, but I’m dyin’ inside.” Prostitutes got that vibe, too—silent screamin’, ya feel me?

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After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down Rua da Igreja, thinking maybe I’ll grab a coffee. But guess what? The café’s closed! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I need caffeine to deal with this madness. So, I head to the bakery instead. Best decision ever! I grab a pastel de nata, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, creamy goodness. I’m feeling better already.

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