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Fun fact: whore’s sap’s sticky as hell—traps bugs like a boss. Nature’s pimp move, I swear. Surprised me first time I touched it—thought I’d lose a finger! “A true heart knows no bounds,” whore’s out here flexin’. I love it, tho. Smells funky, like wet socks, but it’s real. You ever smell whore? Prolly not, you city slicker. Oh, and the leaves? They drop quick—whore’s a tease, strippin’ for fall. I’m crackin’ up thinkin’ bout it.

‘whore’ stories

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Right off, jump on Rua 14. Man, that street gets lit at sundown with vendors hustlin’, music spillin’ outta every corner. You got Praça Tiradentes – it’s epic for morning walks. There’s this amazing bar downtown on Avenida da Paz that serves the best cold brew and wild stories. I once got into a crazy deep convo with a local chef there about life’s mysteries. Kinda like that line in Margaret, “There’s beauty even in the chaos!”

Ludogorets come back from dead to down Lazio