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Gets me thinkin’, man—what’s the gig? Society’s all “oh no, bad bird,” but who’s really muckin’ it up? Pisses me off—blokes judgin’ her, then slinkin’ back for a shag. Hypocrites, baby! Candy, she’d say, “I’m not here to be liked,” echoin’ Mia’s “I don’t need no one.” Loved that sass—made me wanna cheer, yeah! She was a hustler, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ ends meet. Once saw her nick a fag from a john’s pocket—smooth as silk, baby!

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Prostitutes in Colonial Fernando Pó. Robin P. Chapdelaine. Table 1. Goods Smuggled from Nigeria to Santa Isabel in Santa Isabel in.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I hit up this little taco joint on Calle de la Amistad. Best tacos ever! I ordered a bunch, and while I was munching, I overheard this couple arguing. They were going off about something ridiculous. I mean, who argues about which way to fold a napkin? I was dying inside, trying not to choke on my food.

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