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So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

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Mar 9,  · There was the night I organised (along with a fellow Brit who was playing piano in the hotel) a karoake competition in the bar of the Astoria in St Petersburg between the 5 .

Oh man, the neighborhoods! The one that gets my heart is la Zona Alegre near Calle de la Luna. Its narrow streets buzz at night. I once met a stray musician outside Casa del Cuentacuentos—you know, that odd little cafe on Calle Sol that’s practically bursting with surprises. Srsly, its neon signs and broken pavement make it quirky like the tiny details Amélie adored. And, uh, I luv it!

Lady Vikes score early, hang on late to beat Saltillo in Game 1