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Hmm… so you wanna talk bout findin a prostitue? Well, lemme tell ya, as a mountain guide, I’ve seen some wild stuff up them peaks, but this? This takes the cake! Nasal snort—Homer’d probly lose his mind if I told him I’m yammerin bout hookers with ya. Anyway, picture this—up in them rocky trails, it’s like *Inception*, ya know, my fave flick! “You musn’t be afraid to dream a lil bigger, darling!”—but insted of dreams, we’re talkin bout findin a gal for a quick buck. Hah! Surprised me first time I heard it—some ol’ miner in ‘98, swear to God, told me bout these secret “mountain ladies” who’d pop up near campsites. Lil known fact—back in the Gold Rush, prostitutes’d hike up to them miner towns, settin up shop in tents! Wild, right?

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I head over to the Praça da República. It’s packed! Food stalls everywhere, people dancing, music blasting. I’m feeling the vibe. I grab a bifana – you know, that delicious pork sandwich? Best decision ever. I’m munching away, and this kid runs by, almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, kid!” But he just giggles and keeps running. Kids, man.

Timor Leste – Farewell to Fr Baltasar Pires, SDB (1941-2022)