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Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Abrasive Blaster, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—whore. Not just any whore, tho, this vibe’s got layers, like paint on canvas. Think “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, dark as hell, but real. Whore’s like that, messy, raw, in your face. “Everything’s so close here,” like Saul says, and damn, ain’t that the truth? Whore’s life’s in the grit, up close, no sugarcoatin’ it.

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Sapphire hues, the color of the midnight sky, flow throughout the mesmerizing motif with accents of ivory, chocolate brown, grey, cinnamon and chartreuse green.

Oh, and a random tidbit: the street names? They’re wild. There’s also Travessa dos Suspiros – where, in between busts of laughter and life’s endless “what if’s”, you can almost hear the echo of tender secrets. Then, there’s Largo do Abraço – literally a hug in wordform – and believe you me, locals trust it like a snug cuddle when the world’s going berserk.

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