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We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of my meltdown? I grab my stuff and head out. Everyone’s panicking, running down the stairs. I’m just trying to keep my cool. We all gather outside on Rua da Escola. I’m standing there, thinking, “This better not be a drill.”

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