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About Fortaleza

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

Bernice Asare's biography

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There's also the Rio Murmurante that winds through the city. Ever seen a river whispering secrets? It's like it tells you, "Hey, love, let it all out." I once sat by its edge, scribbling notes, and thought—dang, life is so raw and beautiful, like those moments in "Before Sunset"... "Isn't it amazing, how fleeting the moments are?"

Ratik Asokan: "Machado de Assis’s Afterlives"