Aria Picui Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So ‘ere’s the deal – whore’s this ol’ word, yeah? Means a lady – or bloke, I dunno – sellin’ some lovin’ for cash. *wiggles eyebrows, spills tea by accident* Oops! Been ‘round forever, swear it! Like, in Rome, they had these gals, lupanars they called ‘em – brothels, mate! Little fact for ya – them Romans even taxed it! *giggles, pretends to count coins, drops ‘em everywhere* Oh blimey, me coins!

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The neighborhoods? Man, they’re done in all shades of madness. There's Bairro da Lua, where the locals gather in late-night meetups, spinnin’ tales like drunken bards. Then there’s Marina das Estrelas, a glittering waterfront that’s as pretty as sin on a moonless night. Stroll along Avenida da Maré, and you'll see old fishermen leanin’ on battered boats, starin’ at the river. That river—Rio dos Lamentos—it’s the bloody soul of Picui; murky, mysterious, and a bit mad.

Fig. 1: Pulmonary capillary and red blood cells in (A) the bat Tadarida...