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And the stories—oh man, there’s this one from medieval times. Some chick, worked the streets, ended up savin’ a knight from bandits. True story! Well, maybe. I dunno, sounds badass tho. Point is, whore ain’t just a punchline—it’s got layers, like my neuroses. Pretty, pretty good layers, if I say so myself. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Why’s everyone so obsessed with judgin’?” It’s exhausting! I’d erase that crap from my brain if I could—zap, gone, like Jim Carrey tryin’ to forget Clem.

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First stop? The little café on Rua da Liberdade. Best bica in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my coffee, tryin’ to get my head straight. But then, bam! This dude walks in, spillin’ his drink everywhere. Like, bro, chill! It’s just coffee, not a crime scene. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “C’mon, man, get it together!”

Maria CORDEIRO