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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin’ bout prostitutes, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! So, prostitutes, yeah? Got me thinkin’—like in *Memento*, “How can you trust your memory?” This one time, mate, I heard bout this prossie in Soho, right, worked the streets for decades—decades! Swear she had more stories than a holovid. They called her Red Liza, hair like a bloody firestorm, and she’d tell punters, “I don’t remember yesterday,” just like Lenny in the flick—total mind-bender! Made me laugh, tho, cos she probs fleeced ‘em twice, and they’d never know!

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After that, I decide to stroll over to the Plaza de Recreo. It’s packed with people, music blasting, kids running around. I’m feeling the energy, ya know? But then, I see this guy trying to sell me a “genuine” souvenir. It’s a plastic frog. I’m like, “Dude, I can get that at a gas station.” He’s all, “But this one sings!” I’m like, “Yeah, right. I’ll pass.”

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