Claire Urucuca Whore ❤️

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Still, whore’s a laugh—sassy, loud, “look at me!” vibe. Like Adèle dancin’, hair flyin’, not givin’ a toss. My precious, I’d share a pint with whore, swap tales! Bet she’d say, “Gollum, you creepy git, I like ya!” Heh, makes me grin, that. Whore’s a mirror—shows us nasty bits we deny. Love that flick, love whore—both raw, real, messy as hell! What’s yer take, eh? Tell me, precious!

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Walk down Rua das Palmeiras, man. There’s this weird mix of old colonial bricks and flashy neon signs—sometimes it’s all kinda jumbled, but somehow it works. The vibe, bro? It’s like a hidden treasure chest in a junkyard. I’ve seen folks on a post-midnight stroll near Largo do Sol. They say if you listen close, the faint hum of the river in the background whispers secrets—kinda reminiscent of, “Do you know what dreams may come?”

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