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About Setubal

She’s a survivor, this one—gotta be, in her game. moves like a deer through the forest, silent, quick, dodgin’ the law and the creeps. Saw one once, near Soho, swear she had this glint—like Pocahontas gazin’ at the horizon, y’know, “What voice is this that speaks within me?”—but nah, she’s countin’ cash in her head, not dreamin’ of new worlds. Made me chuckle, that did—tough as nails but soft in the quiet bits. Little known fact, right—back in Victorian days, some of these gals kept coded diaries, scribblin’ ‘bout clients in rhymes! Imagine that, poetry from the gutter—beats Shakespeare some nights.

One city, two worlds: The contrasting lives of Lagos’ prostitutes

Then, outta nowhere, this girl starts yelling. She’s on the other side of the street, near Praça do Infante Dom Henrique. I can’t even hear her, but she’s waving her arms like she’s directing traffic. Turns out, she’s lost her phone. I’m like, “Girl, chill! It’s just a phone!” But nah, she’s in full meltdown mode.

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