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But real talk – it ain’t all jokes. Some punter stiffed ‘er once, no pay, just a smack. Pissed me right off! I’d parachute in and sort ‘im, fam! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d love to, innit. Whores ain’t saints, but who is? “We all breathe the same air,” film says dat. Deep, bruv. We’re all muckin’ about in dis mad world.

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Then, outta nowhere, this group of ladies comes in. They’re celebrating something—maybe a birthday? Who knows. They’re loud, laughing, and I’m just trying to keep up. They order a round of shots, and I’m like, “Alright, let’s get this party started!” But then, one of ‘em spills her drink all over the bar. I’m talkin’ a full-on tidal wave of mojito. I’m mopping it up, and she’s like, “Sorry, babe!” with this cheeky grin. I can’t even be mad. It’s Trofa, after all. We’re all about good vibes.

PPA House, Trofa, northern Portugal