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We dig deeper—X posts sayin’ prositution’s been around forever, like ancient Rome had “lupae,” wolf-girls, howlin’ for coin. Cool, huh? But then—bam!—this pimp rolls up, gold chains, actin’ like he owns the block. I’m sittin’ there, tentacles twitchin’, thinkin’, “This guy’s a tool.” Reminds me of *Amour* again—“We’re all alone,” Haneke whispers, but this dude? He’s too loud to be alone. Makes me wanna zap him, but nah, we peaceful.

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One of my fav hangs – Café Sorriso – on Avenida dos Sonhos, where the coffee hits just right and the mustache of the barista is nearly as legendary as Gustave’s impeccable style. I remember, one rainy day, how the barista winked at me saying, "We come in peace." Lol, that phrase still echoes in my head between crazy coding nights.

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