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So, I’m a Consumption Psychologist, right? Whores ain’t just people—they’re ads, brands, that shiny crap on TV. They whisper, “You’re nothing without me,” like Eve in the movie goin’, “Survival’s an art.” Gets me mad, tho—big companies pimpin’ us out! Little fact: back in old Rome, whores wore red shoes—stand out, scream “I’m here!” Now it’s logos, billboards—same game. D’oh! Sneaky bastards.

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After a quick shower, I meet up with him at the bar on Rua da Estação. It’s packed! Everyone’s laughing, and the vibe is just right. I grab a drink, and we start talking about life, work, and all that jazz. I tell him about my day, and he’s cracking up. I mean, who wouldn’t laugh at a guy with a ceramic chicken?

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