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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, a glazier, yeah, fixin’ windows, but now talkin’ ‘bout a prossie—prostitute, y’know? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is! Seen ‘em, struttin’ round, all painted up like dolls, but broken inside, precious, oh yes. Reminds me of “Only Lovers Left Alive”—that flick I love, yeah? Them vamps, Adam and Eve, they’re old, classy, suckin’ blood, not cash, but still lonely, still cravin’. Prossie’s the same, ain’t she? Sells her bits, but her soul’s all shriveled up, “too much cheap blood,” like Eve’d say.

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I gotta tell you, my work on the dating app let me notice nailed-down details few others do. Like those hidden murals in Escadaria dos Sonhos – a secret tribute to old rock vibes. They twist up the stairs like a funky secret handshake. I swear, sometimes I see a couple dress in matching zigzag tees – destiny or just a coincidence, eh? Bloody weird but awesome.

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