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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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We finally got a table, and she ordered this fancy smoothie. I went for a classic café con leche. We were chatting, laughing, and then she dropped the bomb. She’s moving to the mainland. I was like, “What?! No way!” I mean, Candelaria-Arenas won’t be the same without her. I felt this wave of anger and sadness. Why do people leave?

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