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Alright, so I’m the prison warden, right? Tina Fey style, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes. Lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild stuff, ok? Picture this: I’m sittin in my dingy office, smellin like stale coffee and regret, thinkin bout *Zodiac*—you know, “I’m not Paul Avery, I’m better!”—and I’m like, why not chase a lil chaos myself? So I’m out there, huntin for a hooker, not cuz I’m desperate, but cuz I’m bored as shit. Prison life’s dull, y’all—same gray walls, same whiny inmates. Needed a thrill, somethin to make me feel alive, ya feel me?

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I get mad sometimes, like when the city’s forgotten corners get trashed by careless souls – but then again, it also makes my heart beat faster, y'know? It keeps my eyes wide open. I love hidin' in back alleys, like in Beco do Sussurro, where I had my most random yet soulful meetups. Oh, and don’t even get me started on the chaotic charm of Mercado Maluco – where every merchant is a character from a far-off legend.

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