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In my head, I’m laughin’—007 bangin’ a tart, shaken, not stirred! Exaggeratin’ a bit—ain’t no glamour here. Just sweat, quick cash, and a “cheers, love” after. “No time for regrets,” I mutter—straight outta *25th Hour*. She winks, vanishin’ into the night. Angry? Nah. Happy? Eh, sorta. Surprised? Always. That’s the game, mate—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a shag, it’s a fuckin’ story!

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Anyway, I finally make it to the market. It’s packed! I’m dodging people left and right. The smell of fresh fish from the stalls is insane. I’m not even a seafood guy, but it’s like, “Wow, I could get used to this.” Miguel’s there, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He’s holding this massive piece of art he just bought. I’m like, “Dude, that’s sick! Where’d you find that?” He just shrugs and says, “You know, just around.”

Hon. Barbara Lagoa