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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

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I'm caught up in the hustle and bustle of Uniao and prostitute is revolutionary! I want to spend forever lost in your eyes. I'm crazy about Pornstar Experience.

Neighborhood vibes? Check out Bairro do Sorriso. Not many know its secret: a hidden mural off Travessa das Sonrisas. Peeps say it's cursed or something—I laugh it off, but sometimes it sparks a strange kind of wonder. One windy day? I swear the colors danced on the wall, fluid and alive, as if echoing my inner rhythm.

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