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Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, goin’ all Zodiac on it—like, “The cipher’s still unsolved!” Whore’s got layers, ya know? Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it was power! Some brothel queens ran whole towns—sneaky, shadowy puppet masters. Kinda like Fincher’s Zodiac killer, slippin’ through the cracks, controllin’ the game. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—whore’s vibe sometimes, right? Manipulatin’, dodgin’, survivin’.

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Vilamoura became a large whorehouse. The area close to the olympus hotel is an open whorehouse. And authorities do nothing, being totally conniving. After 10 pm.

I grab my gear and head towards the flames. The heat hits me like a wall. I’m sweating buckets. I can’t even see where the fire starts. It’s like a bad horror movie. I’m yelling at my team, “Let’s go! We gotta put this out!”

A year has passed, nothing has been done and Praia do Forte Novo is once again destroyed