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Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

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Oh, and can we talk parks? Parque dos Versos is my yin-yang. I used to spend hours there after long days, sometimes talking to the wind… or sometimes my own tangled thoughts. The scent of wildflowers and rustling leaves reminded me so much of the spontaneous imagery in Timbuktu. I still get mad when people litter there – like, how dare you disrupt that natural poetry?!

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