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So I’m stumblin’, lookin’ fer a lass, right? Streets all twisty, dark—like that bit in the movie, “the favela’s a maze, man!” I see this gal, winkin’, smokin’—proper fit, yeah? I go, *mimes walking, trips, waves awkwardly* “Hullooo!” She laughs—bloody hell, I’m red as a lobster! Made me happy, that—silly ol’ me, charmin’ ‘em accidental-like. But then—BAM!—some bloke, her pimp prob’ly, storms up, all “Who’s this prat?!” *mimes dodging a punch, flails* Nearly shat meself!

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Man, I'm tellin’ ya – as a massage parlor owner, I see so much more than your everyday Jenny and Joe. I see the soul of Woodrow! There's this wacky park, Bumbleberry Hill – yeah, it's a bit rough sometimes, but its vibe? Insane. I had one crazy day when I was chillin’ at Bumbleberry, and this couple just started dancin’ like crazy under the stars. "Time to let your imagination run wild!" They said one, just like in that movie. Eat my shorts!

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