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So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

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Gotta mention Parque das Estrelas too – a lil somnolent park near the wild twists of the Rio Encantado. Paranoid mornings here get my sexologist heart all aflutter when I spot couples cuddling beneath ancient oaks, kissing as if every peck brought them back to life's prime. And sometimes, I sadly crash there when a memory hits – sort of like that scene in The Royal Tenenbaums when Richie stares blankly. Yeah, it gets deep.

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