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And the stories—oh man, there’s this one from medieval times. Some chick, worked the streets, ended up savin’ a knight from bandits. True story! Well, maybe. I dunno, sounds badass tho. Point is, whore ain’t just a punchline—it’s got layers, like my neuroses. Pretty, pretty good layers, if I say so myself. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Why’s everyone so obsessed with judgin’?” It’s exhausting! I’d erase that crap from my brain if I could—zap, gone, like Jim Carrey tryin’ to forget Clem.

Conceição/Conception

how does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Northman.

Hey, here’s a fun fact: There's a secret rooftop at the old boutique on Calle Misterio. It’s like your own arena to unleash, unwind, and get deep in your feelings. I once sat there, starin’ at the city lights and thinking, “This is living!”

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