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Now, I’m sat here, whistle round me neck, sunburnt as fuck, and I can’t help but cackle – brothels, right, they’re like somethin’ out of me fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. Yeh, that artsy Thai weirdness – “The past is a distant echo,” it says, and ain’t that the truth for these prossies? Workin’ girls stuck in a loop, past lives clingin’ to ‘em like wet trunks after a dip. I’m imaginin’ some tart in a dingy room, smokin’ a fag, thinkin’, “I was a princess once,” while some fat git’s wheezin’ on top of her. Hilarious, yet fuckin’ grim.

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After that, I decided to hit the beach. Praia de São João is my jam. The waves were massive today, like, perfect for surfing. I’m not a pro, but I can ride a wave or two. So, I grab my board and head out. But guess what? I wipe out. Hard. I’m flailing around, water everywhere, and I swear I saw a fish laugh at me. Ugh!

Figure 3. Groin's identification at Costa da Caparica beach.