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So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

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I love messin’ up my notes sometimes, scribblin’ street nicknames like “Crazy Rua” for the one near the market. And oh, the market itself—Feira da Liberdade. It's chaotic and sweetly pungent with spices. Everyone hustles hard; it’s real, raw, like a constant reminder that life ain't perfect.

Figure 1. Hymenaea oblongifolia var. latifolia Lee & Langenh. in a...