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Oh, funny shit—once heard this john got scammed, paid for a “night,” got a lap dance and a sandwich. Dude, what?! Cracked me up, “Whoa, rookie move.” Me? I’d suss her out, no bs. “Avoid the obvious,” Amélie whispers in my brain—look deeper, y’know? Maybe she’s got a story, not just a price.

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Honestly, every corner of Mutum sees me get all sorts of crazy feels: happy when a homeless cat cuddles up to me outside my shop; mad when some tourist blocks the pavement; surprised when a random improv show pops up at Parque da Vila. Each day’s a saga, like the twisted narrative in Oldboy – and I ain't exaggeratin’ when I say this: the city’s got layers, deep like an onion. And me? I peel ’em off with me own hands, one massage at a time.

An ceto mutum 36 da aka yi garkuwa da su a Sakkwato