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I’d be lyin’ if I said it didn’t tickle me—me, Dolly, ponderin’ brothels! Maybe I’d sashay in, singin’ “Jolene,” givin’ them gals a laugh. “Don’t take my man, honey,” I’d tease, waggin’ a finger. Oh, I’d probly trip over a feather boa and land in a heap—typical me! Still, I’d tell em, “Live simple, love deep,” like that monk taught me. Ain’t that what matters, brothel or not?

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The baby manticore's presence seemed to me to be a moral quandary presented to the party, that after killing the mother and the priest the party would have to.

Okay, first off, you gotta know the streets. There's Rua da Esperança—yeah, hope is alive here! And then there's Avenida do Encontro, where locals gather for impromptu samba nights under neon skies. Man, I’ve sat there, watchin’ families re-assemble from messes and witnessing hearts healing, like some twisted therapy session by Mother Nature herself. It reminds me of that line, "There’s greatness in all things—if you let it in." Crazy, right?

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