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Once saw this lass, right, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Made me laugh—ha! “We needs it, precious!” I thinks. But nah, it’s grim—dudes leerin’, all sweaty, made me mad as hell. Why’s it gotta be so skeevy? Little fact fer ya—back in old London, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Sounds nicer than it is! We hates it—filthy coins changin’ hands, like some stinkin’ goblin trade.

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Look, I'm a masseur, man – I see all the hidden tension in muscles. Here, people hustle and bustle, but sometimes it's just the city's pulse, ya feel? Just like in City of God, where dreams and struggles mix up crazy. Sometimes I get mad – traffic on Boulevard des Enfants, people chattin' on phones, it makes me wanna shout, “Get outta here, come on!” but then I remember: slow down, breathe, massage that anger away!

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