Claire Povoa De Santa Iria Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, in a creepy way—get your mind outta the gutter! I mean “whore” as a concept, y’know? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s thrown around like confetti at a parade! And I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady* last night—my fave, pretty, pretty good movie, lemme tell ya—and it’s got me all twisted up thinkin’ bout primal stuff, desire, y’know, the jungle vibes. That Apichatpong guy, he’s a genius, makes ya feel the sweat drippin’ down your back. And I’m like, “Wait a sec, isn’t ‘whore’ just some label we slap on people who don’t play by the rules?”

1. Parque Ribeirinha

I get to the café, and it’s packed. I mean, who knew Povoa-de-Santa-Iria had such a sweet tooth? I squeeze in, and there they are—golden, flaky, and calling my name. I order a couple, and let me tell you, they were worth every second of that lab drama. I’m sitting there, savoring the taste, and life feels good again.

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