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So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

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After that, I’m feeling pumped. I head over to the local café on Manston Road for a quick coffee. I need it, trust me. I order a latte, and the barista, this super chill guy, starts chatting with me. He’s telling me about the best spots in Manston. Apparently, there’s a hidden park I’ve never heard of. I’m like, “Dude, I need to check that out!”

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