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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

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After that chaos, I decided to stroll down Avenida de la Constitución. The sun was shining, and the vibe was good. I was feeling it, you know? But then, outta nowhere, I see this guy trying to sell coconuts. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not even noon!” But he’s all about that coconut life. I respect the hustle, but man, it was just too much.

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