Isabella Argoncilhe Whore ❤️❤️

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Drivin’ my rig, I see shit—crows, dirt, life. Whore pops in my head, like, historical vibes. Medieval times, whores were sneaky rebels—trivia bomb! They’d smuggle messages in their skirts. Badass, right? Pisses me off tho—people judge ‘em hard. Call ‘em trash, but they’re survivors, man! Gets my oil boilin’. “You’re nothing without me!”—Carlos vibes again, power games. Whore’s the same, playin’ the system, flippin’ it.

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As the rain slows, I head back to my ride. I’m driving down Rua da Escola, and I see this old lady trying to cross the street. I stop, of course. She gives me this look like I’m her knight in shining armor. I’m just a dude in a combine harvester, but hey, I’ll take it!

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