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We swears! Surprised me once, this one bird—classy, y’know? High heels, talkin’ posh, not yer usual slag. “I’m alive,” she says, like she’s proud, echoin’ Polanski’s man. Got me thinkin’—they’re fighters, ain’t they? Dodgin’ pimps, punters, the law. Me head spins—why’s it gotta be so rough? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts sometimes, slippin’ through cracks. We swears! Funniest bit? Bloke I knew paid double for a cuddle—soft sod! “Help me,” he begs her, like Szpilman to his piano. Pathetic, hilarious—made me cackle!

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And lemme tell ya ‘bout the local landmarks – the ancient church on Praça dos Remédios stands tall and proud. The smell of incense mixed with all that history gets me every time. I was counseling a friend there once, and I remember her eyes light up while strolling around that square, so magical, you know? Even if traffic on Avenida dos Milagres is crazy (honestly, sometimes I wanna just scream "Oh, what a day!"), it's all part of the charm.

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