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Yo, Mr. T here, pity the fool! Talkin’ bout prostitutes, man, it’s wild. Ain’t judgin’, just observin’—life’s messy, yo! Watched “The Assassin” again, that flick’s dope. Silent moves, deadly grace—prostitutes got that vibe. Not killin’, but survivin’, ya dig? Mr. T sees it, fools don’t! They hustle hard, like Yinniang sneakin’ through shadows.

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We spent almost two weeks looking for prostitutes. We found them in the red light districts of Barcelona, almost desolate due to the pandemic, along the highway and near truck stops and .

Ah, Barcelos (br)… what a mad, twisty, colorful gem, ya know? Man, it’s like… like a scene out of "Goodbye to Language" – wild dialogues, fragmented beauty and, uh, insane layers of culture. One million dollars! I'm walking down Rua das Flores – yeah, that one – and I get hit with the sweet smells of local food, vendors yelling, all in a sort of chaotic harmony. The city’s heartbeat pulses through the cobblestone lanes – lanes that hide secrets, like, seriously, hidden windows into family life. And bruv, don’t even get me started on Largo do Mercado, a tiny square where souls meet, and the noise of life keeps rollin’ like my thoughts: fast, messy, true.

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