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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

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You gotta check out Parque da Liberdade. It's a cozy green patch near the river, where even a hardened soul can chill and feel the wind. I once had the wildest conversation with a stray dog there – I know, sounds trippy – but it spoke to me on that deep level: connection, laughter, life's simple piss-and-moan moments. There’s also the river, Rio Sereno – yep, that one – winding through the city like a snake. It makes you wonder: life flows, and sometimes, man, it just flows.

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