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Acerca de Puebla

Me, I’m runnin’ the massage gaff, seein’ all sorts. Puta strolls in, bold as brass, demands a rubdown. I’m like, *cor blimey*, this one’s trouble! She’s loud, brassy, got a gob on her—makes me mad, but I love it. “Listen carefully,” like Dreyman in the film, she’s tellin’ me her life story, all tears and gin. I’m half-laughin’, half ragin’—why’s she gotta be so extra? Exaggeratin’ for effect, maybe, but her hands, mate, *manus mea*, my hands, they’re shakin’! She’s got this scar, right, from some dodgy geezer in Málaga—swears he was a pirate. Pirate my arse, I say, but I’m hooked.