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Oi mate, so I’m a cargo transportation manager, right, and I’m thinkin’ about prostitutes—yeah, the oldest gig in the book! Ha! Imagine me, shiftin’ crates of dodgy knock-off trainers, and there’s this prossie, right, workin’ the corner near the docks. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re tougher than my forklift!” Cackle! She’s out there, rain pissin’ down, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a bleedin’ sport. Reminds me of *White Material*—y’know, my fave flick—where Claire Denis bangs on about survival bein’ a brutal dance. “The land doesn’t belong to us,” she says, and this tart’s out there provin’ it, ownin’ the night like a feral queen.

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But then, I see this couple arguing nearby. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in a romantic city! Chill out!” But they’re just going at it. I can’t help but eavesdrop. Turns out, they’re fighting over where to eat. Classic!

Pope’s health improving gradually as he recovers at Casa Santa Marta