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Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—greed is good, baby! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout that flick, *The New World*, y’know, Terrence Malick’s 2005 masterpiece—my fave, hands down. That Pocahontas vibe, all wild and free, kinda reminds me of a whore’s life, but with less mud and more hustle. “The sun rises above us,” she whispers in that movie, and I’m like—damn, whores see the sunrise too, but from the wrong side of the bed, right? Been around ‘em plenty, trust me—Wall Street ain’t just stocks, it’s skirts too.

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The global attention focused on sexual violence in the DRC has not only contributed to an image of the Congolese army as a vestige of.

Now, the river—Río de la Pasión. It flows right by the old barrio, babe. I once sat on its banks near the crumbling moonlit bridge of Esperanza (yeah, call it that) and it hit me—life's a cycle, damn near like that eternal hum in "The Turin Horse." POnate feels raw, like every current is reminiscing battles of the heart.

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