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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—whore! What a game, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—slow now—how’d this even happen? Whore’s got me hooked, like Eilis in *Brooklyn*, y’know? That movie—oh man—Saoirse Ronan’s eyes just pull ya in. “I’d forgotten what this town is like,” she says, and I’m like, same, girl, same! Whore’s got that vibe—small-town secrets, big-time drama. You ever play it? Cards flyin’, bets risin’, and I’m yellin’ at my screen—*what’s next?*

Cost Of Living

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird video game. I duck into a shop on Rua da Liberdade. It’s a cute little place, selling all kinds of local crafts. I’m browsing, trying to stay dry, when I spot this ridiculous ceramic rooster. It’s bright blue and has this goofy smile. I can’t help it—I buy it. It’s now my new best friend.

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