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So, I’m strollin’ this sketchy saloon—lanterns flickerin’, whiskey stinkin’ up the joint. Miners all rowdy, cards flyin’. Then I see her—red dress, lips like sin, leanin’ on the bar. A pro, obvi. I’m like, “Edna, no capes, no complications!” but damn, she’s got that vibe. I ain’t judgin’—girl’s gotta eat, right? Mining towns ain’t kind to nobody. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes ran their own damn empires—owned land, flipped gold nuggets like bosses. She’s probly one of ‘em, I bet.

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I’m gonna spill a truth bomb: Terra-Santa’s parks blow my mind. Parque dos Enigmas is my ultimate spot. Its winding trails, mysterious sculptures, and soft rustling trees, trigger a sensual thrill in me every single time. I sometimes sit there, scribblin’ jottings about human desire and secret whispers in the dark. And, oh, how the river Serpentina slithers through the city—its gentle flow reminiscent of hidden passions and dark confessions, much like the cryptic clues in Zodiac.

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