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Alright, so here I am, bob ross style, gentle like, sittin’ by the water, lifeguard vibes, “happy little trees” swayin’ in the breeze, and I’m thinkin’ bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, man, she’s a trip. Not like, a literal ho, nah, but the word, the vibe, y’know? Gets me all riled up, but also kinda chill, like watchin’ waves crash. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, my fave flick—Spike Lee’s got that raw shit, y’know? That line, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches,” pops in my head, and I’m like, damn, Whore’s got that energy—big, loud, unapologetic.

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I gotta spill: some days I get so mad when traffic snarls near Parada do Céu Street – it's like a constant honk symphony. But then, a neighbor offers you a smile and it flips your mood hotter than my spa's sauna – life’s a blend of chaos and cozy, dude. I sometimes get caught up thinking, “Oh my gosh, this place is like a movie scene, like in Stories We Tell!” Where memories float around and our souls keep on dancing.

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