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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya dig? Shit’s wild out there, man, like tryna track a story in *Spotlight*—you know, my fuckin’ favorite flick. "The truth is powerful," they say in that movie, and damn right it is when you’re huntin’ for a hookup. I’m talkin’ streets buzzin’, shady corners, and me, Samuel L. Motherfuckin’ Jackson, sizin’ it up like a hawk. You don’t just stumble on this shit—you gotta *work* it, motherfucker!

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Okay, I'm not a dude so I can't relate in that way - but, in my opinion the prostitute would end up being a sort of "quick high", or temporary distraction. If the experience was good, you'd go .

So, I kept walking, and I ended up on Rua do Comércio. There’s this little shop that sells all kinds of random stuff. I found a vintage vinyl of some old Portuguese fado music. I was stoked! I love fado. It’s like the soul of Portugal, you know? But then, I realized I didn’t have enough cash. Classic me. I had to put it back. Heartbreaking moment, for real.

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