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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Dig this, I’m a stove-maker, right? But I got thots on this chick, Whore – yeah, that’s her name, don’t laugh yet. She’s wild, like somethin’ outta “Inglourious Basterds,” my fave flick. Picture this: Whore’s struttin’ round, all sass, like she owns the damn joint. Reminds me of Hans Landa, that slick bastard, sniffin’ out trouble. I’m like, “This gal’s trouble, but I dig it!”

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Combining an apocalyptic vision of history and chivalric language and imagery within a cultural framework of Elizabethan nostalgia, The Whore of.

After the rain, I decide to hit up the local bakery. You know, the one on Avenida da Liberdade? Best pastéis de nata in town! I grab a couple, and I’m feeling like a king. But then, I see my buddy Miguel. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s telling me about this time he tried to climb the Serra de Santa Justa. He got lost for hours! I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my pastries.

Figure 1: Urban sun sails in Sierpes St (Sevilla, 1918) and Gondomar St...