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Favorite part? Her laugh—loud, messy, real. Cuts through the grime like a blade. I’m rootin’ for her, y’all, but this life? It’s a meat grinder. *Requiem* taught me that—dreams get chewed up, spit out. “You’re my dream,” Harry said, and look where that landed ‘em. Lola’s my hero, tho—flawed, fierce, fuckin’ human. Pass me a drink, I’m done preachin’!

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This article illuminates the experiences of prostitute-concubines in late medieval Valencia and the Mediterranean.

So, I’ve been kickin’ it here for n ever. The vibe? Killer. The streets? Oh man, check out Rua das Acácias – stunning rows of trees, wind blowin', like nature’s own spa, ya feel me? Then there's Avenida dos Girassóis – bright sun, bright mood. Felt like every step is a punch of life!

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