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Hmm… oh honey, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—y’know, like in *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I adore. “I’m not a child,” that line hits me everytime, makes me think of these gals out there, sellin’ what they got, livin’ loud. So, here’s the scoop—met this chick once, swear she was a hooker, down by Springfield’s shady side. Wore heels higher than Homer’s cholesterol, ha! Made me laugh, but also—hmm… kinda sad, y’know?

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Glancing about and taking stock, you notice two beautiful, young Filipinas giving you the eye. You feel a little shy at first, but they smile and you smile back. And even though you know you are .

Bro, parks? The Parque das Maravilhas is gold. I bunk out there sometimes, just watchin’ the world go by. The trees, the riverside paths, the vibe – proper bohemian vibes, like an endless scene from Blue... real emotional stuff.

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