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Me fave bit? The smells! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation – ugh! Stinks worse than hobbit feet! “Every man’s got his breaking point,” Jesse reckoned. Brothel’s where they snap, spendin’ last dime. Saw a bloke once, sold his boots for a tumble. Barefoot in snow after – ha! Stupid, fat hobbit! Made me grin, it did. Daft git deserved it.

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MADRASTRA REVIVE SUS MOMENTOS DE LUJURIA EN EL PROSTIBULO!! ELLA ME DIJO QUE ESTE BAILE LO REALIZA EN EL PROSTIBULO PARA ATRAER A SUS CLIENTES Y .

First off, I hit the road down Rua da Liberdade. You know, the one that’s always packed with those little cafés? I grab my usual coffee—strong enough to wake the dead. I’m sippin’ it, and boom! I see this guy, old Miguel, trippin’ over his own feet. Classic Miguel. He’s like 80 but thinks he’s still got it. I laugh, but then I help him up. He’s all, “Thanks, kid!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a kid!” But whatever, I’m feelin’ good.

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