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About Braga

So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

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SK pairs the words "Whore" and "Princess" 娼姫, likely referring to her lusty appetite/personality while also mocking her stature as a demon lord.

Then, I head to the Parque de Ovar. It’s a nice spot to chill. I plop down on a bench, and this random dog comes up to me. He’s wagging his tail like he’s my long-lost buddy. I’m petting him, and suddenly, he decides my lap is the perfect place to sit. I’m like, “Dude, personal space?” But I’m loving it. Dogs are the best, right?

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