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I knew this chick once—Lola, total pro. Worked the streets near Hollywood, 1950s, when I was still dodgin’ cameras. She’d wink at me, sayin’, “Marilyn, we’re both sellin’ somethin’.” Ha! Cheeky lil’ thing—she wasn’t wrong! Whores, they hustle hard, like Mia practicin’ her moves in that busted flat. “It’s my turn now,” she’d mutter—Lola had that fire too. Made me happy, seein’ her own it, but pissed me off when johns treated her like trash. Ugh, men—same ol’ crap!

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First off, I’m walking down Rua da Liberdade, and I’m just minding my own business, thinking about how I’m gonna sell my charcoal. You know, the good stuff, the kind that makes your grilled sardines taste like heaven. Suddenly, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and there’s this old lady, bless her heart, she’s just toppled over her shopping cart. I rush over, thinking, “Oh man, not today!” But she’s laughing! Like, c’mon, lady, you just fell! But she’s like, “It’s just a bit of cabbage!” I couldn’t help but chuckle. Only in Trafaria, right?

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