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So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

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Torre de Moncorvo is a surprising, predominantly rural town. It originated with a nobleman called Mendo Curvus, lord of these lands and participant in the Christian reconquest of the Iberian Missing: prostitute.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Torre-de-Moncorvo, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I hit the streets of Rua da Liberdade, and it was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was ready to conquer the world. Or at least grab a coffee.

Fig. 2: Display in the Public Record Office Museum, c. 1910.