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Honey, listen up! I’m Oprah—emphatic, loud, YOU GET A CAR!—and today, I’m shepherdin’ you through my thoughts on prostitutes, y’all. Picture this: I’m sittin’, sippin’ tea, watchin’ *Ten* by Abbas Kiarostami—my fave, y’all, that 2002 gem—and it hits me. Life’s messy, raw, like a prostitute’s hustle on these streets. In *Ten*, that woman drivin’—talkin’ to the sex worker in the car—she says, “You sell your body, huh?” And I’m like, damn, that’s real! Prostitutes ain’t just a job, it’s survival, baby!

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So yeah, Maracaju rocks my heart. Every street corner, every park bench, every whispered conversation in the wind has its own story, raw like, “nós somos todos pedaços de um mesmo tabu,” and I love it. I’m feelin’ so grateful to be here, messin’ with code and love notices on the dating site while soaking in every chaotic beauty of this place.

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