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Alright, mate, listen up. Whore’s a word, yeah? Cold, hard, cuts deep. Like in “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia” – that slow burn, that dirt road vibe. “The night is long, endless,” they say in the flick, and whores? They live it. Hustlin’, grindin’, no sleep. I see it, calculate it – world’s a chessboard, whores are pawns. Not my call who plays ‘em, but damn, they’re in the game.

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Walk you along, I will, down Rua da Alegria—where cafes, shops, and raucous laughter abound. Streets, winding like dreams they are, hmm. Found treasures, I have. Psst, hidden gem, I must note: "O Recanto do Chuh", tiny bodega serving mega chili, wow! Crazy, right? Such passion, there is.

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