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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin bout prostitutes, and you’re nowhere! Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this one prossie I saw—grubby streets, right? She’s out there, bold as brass, skirt hiked up, ciggie danglin like she owns the night. Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*—y’know, my fave flick—where Veronica’s all dazed, lost in her own mess. “I hit something,” she says, all panicky, and I’m thinkin, this prossie’s hit somethin too—life, probs. Got me wonderin, how’d she end up here?

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Shang Li is fighting for the woman he loves, a prostitute he is trying to buy out of service. He plans to steal a large amount of silver.

Finally, I’m exhausted. I find a little café on Rua da Ladeira. I sit down, and the waiter brings me a pastel de nata. Oh man, it’s like a warm hug. I take a bite, and it’s pure bliss. But then, I realize I’ve got crumbs all over my face. Great, just great.

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