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Oh, and the outfits—sparkly, wild! Satine’s feathers, Daisy’s ripped stockings—fab! I’d trip wearin’ that, ha! Hmm… guess I’m jealous. Whores got stories, juicy ones. Makes me wanna yell, “Spill it, sister!” Next time you see one, don’t judge—just nod. They’re tougher than Bart’s skull! “One day I’ll fly away…”—Daisy might, too. Hmm… love that thought!

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West side's got Parque da Vibra. It’s small, intimate, a lil oasis hidden among towering condos and busy shops. I often chill here after a long massage day. I drop my load, let the thoughts flow – “Sparkle and shine, baby!” Sometimes my mind drinks in the beauty of rustling leaves by the border of Rio Sereno. Oh, man, the river winds by there like a shimmering ribbon. Turns out, people dig its spiritual vibes.

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