Rebecca Caxias Whore ❤️❤️

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I reckon whores get a bad rap, yeah? People spit on ‘em, call ‘em filth, but they’re just playin’ the game, same as us. Survival, innit? Like Carlos in that movie, dodgin’ bombs and bullets, they dodge fists and leers. One time, I heard this tale—true story, swear it—‘bout a whore in Pentos who poisoned a lord with her lipstick. Lipstick! Took his gold and ran, left him stiff as a board. Laughed me arse off when I heard that. Ballsy move, right? Bet she toasted to that kill with a grin.

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up that little pastelaria on Rua da Liberdade. Best pastéis de nata in town, no cap! I grab a couple and sit outside, soaking in the sun. Caxias is beautiful, man. The trees, the vibe, the people. I see this kid playing futebol, and it just hits me—life’s good sometimes, ya know?

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