Avery Arvore Whore ❤️

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One time, I follow whore, investigate her moves. She go into bar, dark, smoky, like in movie when horse stop walkin. “All is lost,” they say in film. I think, this whore, she lost too? Maybe. She talk to men, laugh loud, take their money. I get angry—why she trick them? But then, I see her eyes, sad, like horse in movie, beaten down. Surprise me, I feel bad for whore!

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Você gosta de uma árvoreYou like a tree. Há neste lugar dentroThere is this place inside. Onde todas as coisas boas morremWhere all the good things die. Às.

Then, the sun starts to set, and it’s beautiful. Like, the sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m thinking, “This is why I love Arvore.” But just as I’m soaking it in, I hear a commotion. A couple is arguing right by the water. I mean, come on, guys! Not the place! I’m trying to enjoy the view, and they’re throwing shade like it’s a competition. I’m like, “Hey! Take it to Rua da Paz, not here!”

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