Rebecca Flores Whore ❤️

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Me? I dig that chaos. Reminds me of Lynch’s flick—y’know, “Silencio,” that eerie club where shit gets real weird? Whores got that energy. They’re the shadow in the alley, the wink that says, “I know somethin you don’t.” Once knew this gal, right, swore she bedded a duke in ’53—said he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True? Who cares! She sold the story like gospel, and I lapped it up, laughin my arse off.

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Oh, and here’s a fun fact: Right behind the quaint cafe on Café da Manhã, there’s a mural of local legends which changes color with the sunrise. It’s like magic doin’ its thing; sometimes it drives me nuts (in a good way) with its ever-shiftin’ hues. And yeah, I might have miscounted a couple of typos here “oops, my bad” – holes everywhere, just like our lives sometimes!

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