Penelope Sao Miguel Do Couto Prostitute ❤️

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Oi mate, prostitutes, yeah? Filthy business, innit! Been thinkin bout this tart I saw once—legs like a giraffe, totterin down the street, lookin for punters. Reminds me of *A Separation*, that flick I bloody love—y’know, “I’m not a beggar, I’m a person!”—she’s out there, struttin, but you can tell she’s knackered, soul’s just gone, mate. Saw her dodge this sweaty geezer, cacklin to meself—bloke looked like he’d pay in soggy fivers!

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Finally, I stumble home, exhausted but happy. São Miguel do Couto, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. I love the energy, the people, the chaos. Even on the toughest days, there’s always a silver lining. And hey, tomorrow’s a new day, right? Let’s see what you got for me, São Miguel!

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