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Hmm… oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this song - “Prostitute”! Nasal nag comin thru, heh! Been spinnin this track, ears bleedin, and I’m like, whoa! The Kills, right? Alison Mosshart wailin like she’s sellin her soul on the corner! Love that gritty vibe, makes me wanna chain-smoke and cry. Reminds me of “Certified Copy” - y’know, my fave flick from 2010? That Abbas Kiarostami genius? There’s this line, “It’s not the original, but it’s enough,” and I’m sittin here thinkin, huh, ain’t that “Prostitute” in a nutshell? It’s raw, messy, like a knockoff Mona Lisa painted in whiskey stains!

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A trans sex worker was violently stabbed by her client in São Paulo, Brazil, and her body carelessly thrown out of a 7th-floor balcony.

I gotta mention, sometimes my head spins with all these frenetic thoughts—like, I’m surfin’ emotions faster than a tsunami on Duarte’s winding lanes. Bruh, I commit sometimes 14 irresistible typos in my texts—lol, like tehy say: imperfection is authentic! or somethin’ like that, wait, what was it? Whatever, right?

Patrolman Andrew William Duarte, West York Borough Police Department, Pennsylvania