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D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout whores, man! Whores, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in Springfield, we got plenty—dancing at Moe’s, struttin’ down streets. Makes me think of *In the Mood for Love*, ya know? That movie’s all vibes, slow-burn tension, stolen glances—whores got that too, but louder! Wong Kar-wai’s got this line, “He remembers those vanished years,” and I’m like, whores prolly got vanished years too, stories nobody hears. Ain’t that deep? D’oh!

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"Hey blood whore, won't you give me some?" I am not a blood whore, stop saying that. "Can you believe it? Look at all the bite marks." "I © Wattpad.

Then there’s that quirky neighborhood, Vila Sol, ya know, where every house seems to burst with colors like those heartfelt moments in "Stories We Tell" (yep, that Sarah Polley magic) – moments that make you feel alive. I once sat on an abandoned bench near Parque das Borboletas, heart heavy from the city hustle, and bam, the playful whispers of wind and fluttering butterflies hit me like, “Hey, man, life’s still beautiful.”

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