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Little fact, hmm—ancient Rome, whores wore yellow, markin’ ‘em loud. Wild, right? “See them, you will, from afar,” like Wiesler spottin’ dissenters. Me, I’d sip my blue milk, thinkin’, “Power, she’s got, more than they know.” Sarcasm? Oh, yeah—“Poor lil’ whore, savin’ the galaxy one screw at a time.” Love her grit, tho—raw, messy, real. Whore’s tale, it’s no fairy tale, but damn, it’s alive! “Live, she does, on her terms,” I’d nod, respectin’ that hustle.

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On the record, Queimada explores precisely the conflict between the tempting ease and a pang of unconfessed guilt in an attempt to capture the ironical.

I mean, the river Rio Sereno runs through town, and it's, like, the perfect honesty spot where I tell my clients, "This is, like, where nature speaks the truth, you know?" Just like in Zodiac, "This case has a sinister rhythm." It hits you hard sometimes, like a mystery unraveling right in front of you while you’re, like, totally caught up in nature's drama.

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