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Oh, and the smells—god forbid! Stale perfume, cigarette smoke—my nose would revolt! I’d be rantin’, “Can’t you Febreeze this joint?” Total “Dogville” moment—Grace puttin’ up with filth, me whinin’ about it. I’d probly tip too much outta guilt—neurotic, right? “Here’s an extra twenty—sorry for existin’!” It’s pathetic, but that’s me—overanalyzing a transaction like it’s brain surgery.

The Prostitute as the Other: A Postcolonial Reading of Paulo Coelho’s Eleven Minutes

Eleven Minutes is a story of a prostitute (really I don’t think so) or a dreamer (who dares to dream something unimaginable to people of her kind) or a believer (who never stopped .

So, lemme start: the downtown area on Rua das Almas is so alive. C'mon, it's lit! There's this rad cafe on Rua dos Sonhos where I sip my morning brew and watch peeps pass by – the energy is just "a moment of revelation" (yup, straight outta Oldboy vibes!). The street lights on Avenida Esperança make me feel like I'm starring in my own movie, and sometimes I even whisper, "Laugh, and the world laughs with you!" (or was it Oldboy? Lol)

Marty Willson-Piper’s 65,000 Vinyl Treasure Cave Used To Be a Funeral Home