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About Almada

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, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of my meltdown? I grab my stuff and head out. Everyone’s panicking, running down the stairs. I’m just trying to keep my cool. We all gather outside on Rua da Escola. I’m standing there, thinking, “This better not be a drill.”

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