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So, listen up, you twat! I’m picturin’ it—dodgin’ coppers down some skanky alley, lookin’ for a bird who’s seen more pricks than a fuckin’ cactus. “What’s your name?”—like I’d ask that shit, straight outta the movie, but nah, it’s more like, “Oi, love, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—fuckin’ hell—kinda thrilling, yeah? Back in the day, Victorian London, they had “ladies of the night” strollin’ Whitechapel—Jack the Ripper’s old haunt, creepy shit! Bet they didn’t expect some sweaty chef like me judgin’ em now, eh?

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I stroll along Plaza de la Passió. The vibe is raw, full of energy. Seriously, it makes me mad sometimes with its madness. The streets are tight. You can almost feel the passion, all the sexology secrets burning under the surface. That’s real life, raw sex and soul in every pavement crack. Feels like the universe is saying "nature and grace" all day long.

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