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About Salvador

Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

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Grimbo turned toward the hero. “This one is called Timbo.” “This one likes just Tim,” the grommet said, smiling from behind his hairs.

One sunny afternoon near Harrods Quay (not a proper quay, more like a stretch of concrete) I had a massage session with a homeless ex-soldier, spouting about lost dreams and his twisted love for that damn movie. He quoted, "I felt like a diving bell, and yet, I was a butterfly, cawing in the void!" Gave me a good chuckle despite my constant grumbling.

Owner of a beloved boiled peanut trailer is fighting for his life and land in Charleston