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Oi, precious! We swears! Prostitute, yeah, tricky one. Me, Smeagol, loves *Ida*, that quiet film. “What’s done is done,” Ida says. Makes me think—prostitute’s life, all messy, yeah? We swears! They’re out there, sellin’ skin for coin. Dirty streets, stinky alleys, that’s their turf. Not all glamorous, nah, not like movies. Some lass in Warsaw, 1800s, worked docks—froze dead one winter. True story, mate! Pisses me off—folk judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em filth. Who’s buyin’ tho? Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

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First stop, Calle San Juan. I’m hustlin’ to meet a supplier. Traffic? Ugh, don’t even get me started. It’s like everyone decided to take their sweet time today. I’m stuck behind this old lady in a beat-up car. I mean, c’mon, lady! You’re not in a race, but I am! Finally, I zoom past her and make it to the meeting.

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