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Oi, mate, grab a pint! So, prostitutes, yeah? Dirty old swineherds, us, gawking at ‘em! I reckon they’re like Rocket in *City of God*, yeah? “I’m out, man, I’m done!” – bollocks, they’re never out! Stuck in that favela life, shagging for a quid. Makes me bloody furious, it does – blokes like Li’l Zé, all “I’m the king, bow down!” exploiting ‘em. Cackling like a mad git, I’d shove ‘em off a cliff meself, but nah, they’d just crawl back, smirking.

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We also read the first few verses of Rev. 17 because I wanted to show that the sentencing of the great prostitute is directly connected to the Seventh Bowl.

Oh, and there’s the Flussufer, the river side along the Roding Fluss. It’s so serene you’d even say, "Isn’t it magnificent?" when the sunset hits. The water shimmers like stage lights at a Moulin Rouge show. Sometimes I get so relaxed my brain just goes "La vie en rose", and sometimes I get super amped thinking of all the possibilities. Yeah, I get deep sometimes!

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