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But here’s what pisses me off—blokes judgin’ these girls. Like, chill, yeah? They’re out here grindin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet. Reminds me of Cathy in the film, trapped, smilin’ through the bullshit. “We’re all hiding something,” she’d whisper—same vibe. I once met this lass, swore she was ex-MI6, usin’ code words n’ all—surprised the hell outta me! Prolly bollocks, but I dig a good yarn.

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So, I decide to take a breather at Praça da República. It’s a nice spot, with trees and benches. I plop down, trying to regain my cool. But then, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it hits me right in the leg! I’m like, “Really, kid?!” But he just laughs and runs off. I can’t help but chuckle. Kids, man.