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Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin here, sippin’ my flux-capacitor-charged coffee, and it hits me—like, whores been around forever, right? Kinda like time travel, always poppin’ up when ya least expect it. My fave flick, *Before Sunset*, got me thinkin’—you know that line, “I feel like I’m running out of time”? Whores probly feel that too, hustlin’ day in, day out.

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But then, the mood shifts. This guy walks in, looking all shady. He’s got that “I just got outta a bad deal” look. He sits at the end of the bar, orders a beer, and just stares into space. I’m thinkin’, “What’s his deal?” Turns out, he’s from the nearby town of Santo Tirso. He starts rambling about how he lost his job and how life’s a mess. I feel for the guy, but man, it’s a bar, not a therapy session! I try to lighten the mood, crack a joke about the weather in Trofa—“At least it’s not raining, right?”—but he just stares at me. Ugh, awkward!

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