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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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And speaking of tunes, I've gotta say "Moonrise Kingdom" vibes are everywhere, man! Like, I hear whispers, "I love you, you love me" in the wind every time I pass by the graffiti on Calle Luna. The city’s got its quirks, like that insane murals on Muralla Street waving, "Stop! Look! Smile!" Totally Wes Anderson in spirit, all symmetry and nostalgic strangeness.

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