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What gets me riled up? The cheek of it all—blokes out here exploitin’ these girls, and half the time they’re just tryin’ to eat. Makes my blood boil, it does. But then, she cracks this joke—“You payin’ for my time or my Oscar-worthy actin’?”—and I’m proper chucklin’. Sarcasm’s her shield, innit? Love that. Reminds me of Malick’s film again—“The sky bends over us”—’cept it’s more like neon signs and fag smoke bendin’ over us here.

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New faces in the brothel were desired by patrons and so madams had to find new women to recruit. Sometimes, that meant taking in a less-than-desired woman but.

But then, the weather turns. Outta nowhere, dark clouds roll in. I’m like, “Seriously?!” I paddle faster, but the rain hits hard. I’m soaked, laughin’ at the absurdity of it all. Galegos weather, man. One minute it’s sunny, next it’s a monsoon.

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