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Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just strollin’ up, nah. It’s a dance, a game—bit like trackin’ a secret nobody’s spillin’. Back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, right? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how even then they had style. Anyway, I spot this one gal, all sass, leanin’ by a busted lamp post. “What’s a god like you want?” she snaps, and I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m bored—entertain me.” She laughs, harsh, like she’s heard it all. Made me happy, that grit—none of that fake sweet crap.

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Then, I head over to the market on Rua da Estação. Fresh fruits, veggies, you name it. I’m all about that local produce. I grab some grapes, and this lady next to me starts chatting. She’s like, “Did you hear about the festival next week?” I’m like, “What festival?” Turns out, there’s this huge wine fest happening! I’m pumped! Wine, food, music—count me in!

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