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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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Honestly, some streets are so narrow, like at Rua dos Milagres—seriously, it feels like you're walking through a story paused in time, each brick telling a tale from the past and present. And, btw, ONE TIME, I nearly lost my keys in a twist at Travessa do Mistério. Like, who leaves keys there? Hahaha! My spa meal break got all wild because of that, lol.

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