Luna Linden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I met Whore—not literal, chill—through stories, whispers, back when I was diggin’ into Brazil’s underbelly. She’s the type who’d stare down Li’l Zé and laugh, like, “You ain’t shit, kid.” She’s got no time for punks. Whore’s the queen of the grind—slingin’ charm, cash, whatever pays. Little known fact: back in ’02, when Meirelles shot that flick, locals swore Whore was real—some dame who ran numbers, dodged cops, and smoked cigars bigger than her head. True? Hell if I know, but it’s dope to think about.

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Sometimes, in rush hour, I get mad ‘cause the traffic on River Blvd is a mess – honk, honk, and smooches in the air – but then I remember, “You can close your eyes but then you see.” Like that movie, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, precious – deep, deep feelings, just like when I swears the app matches souls over endless midnight chats!

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