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We shall fight the gloom, the despair! Whores, they’re tough as nails— tougher than me milkin cows in the rain. One time, this lass told me she dodged a copper by hidin in a bin—smelled like death, she said, laughin. “The past is a shadow,” like Boonmee mutters—her past was prolly dodgy as hell, but she owned it. I was gobsmacked, mate—respect! Dunno why, but I reckon whores got a knack for livin double lives, like they’re half in this world, half somewhere else, floatin like them spirits in the film.

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Pataias is a quiet village north of Silver Coast of Portugal, close to fabulous beaches and offering a lifestyle surrounded by nature and simple pleasures In the centre of the village of Pataias, .

After that, I decide to stroll down to the beach. Praia de Pataias is gorgeous, man. The waves are crashing, and the sun is shining. I’m feelin’ good, right? But then I see this group of tourists. They’re lost, lookin’ at a map like it’s a puzzle. I can’t help it. I walk over, all friendly-like, and they ask me for directions to the lighthouse. I’m like, “You mean the Farol de Pataias? Just follow the coast, you can’t miss it!” But they look at me like I’m speaking Martian.

Figure 1. Pilot-scale tubular photobioreactors (PBRs) used in the...