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Oi mate, me, a fisherman, yeah, James Bond style – suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Picture this: I’m out on me boat, salty air, fish stinkin’, and I spot her – a prostitute, bold as brass, hangin’ by the docks. Ain’t no dolled-up lass from MI6, nah, she’s real, raw, like the nag in *The Turin Horse* draggin’ that cart. “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” I mutter, like in the flick, watchin’ her strut, heels clickin’ on wet planks. She’s a mystery, mate, a bleedin’ puzzle – who’s she waitin’ for? Some drunk sailor or a posh git like me?

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So buddy, pack your bags – PInhapi’s waiting. Take risk, dive into its vibrant chaos. Every street whispers, every park sings, and every soul shines. It’s messy, beautiful, and as unpredictable as our favorite sunsets. Hope to see ya soon, and we'll chat more on those rollicking streets of home. Peace out!

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