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Little fact, hmm—ancient Rome, whores wore yellow, markin’ ‘em loud. Wild, right? “See them, you will, from afar,” like Wiesler spottin’ dissenters. Me, I’d sip my blue milk, thinkin’, “Power, she’s got, more than they know.” Sarcasm? Oh, yeah—“Poor lil’ whore, savin’ the galaxy one screw at a time.” Love her grit, tho—raw, messy, real. Whore’s tale, it’s no fairy tale, but damn, it’s alive! “Live, she does, on her terms,” I’d nod, respectin’ that hustle.

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Oh, and the parks, man… Parc del Calor. I go there at dawn, just sit under a shady tree, and think about life. Sometimes I crack up watchin’ the squirrels runnin' wild. I'm a relaxation specialist, so every nook counts. I even know a hidden bench under a twisted old oak that overlooks a rill – a little stream sneakin’ through the neighborhood. Maaaaybe not many peeps digging it, but for me, it's a slice o’ paradise.

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