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I get pissed tho—people throw *whore* around like it’s nothin’. Like, ugh, it’s 2025, can we chill? Makes me wanna scream, *“This is not your playground!”*—straight outta Sofia’s movie vibes. But then, I’m happy too—cuz it’s got power, y’know? Women takin’ it back, flippin’ it, ownin’ it. Surprised me how it’s in research too—psych studies, social stuff, how it shapes us. Wild fact: in some old tribes, *whore* wasn’t even a curse—it was just a job! Blew my mind.

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San Bartolomé; la que saqueó Constantinopla y bañó de sangre Jerusalén; la que exterminó a albigenses y a los veinte mil habitantes de Beziers; la que.

Yo man, lemme tell ya 'bout San-Bartolome (es). This city is wild, man—like, a crazy canvas painted by life itself. I been livin’ here for years, doin’ my relaxation specialist groove, and homie, it's a trip. Right, so where do I start? Look, you gotta peep the vibe on Calle del Sol and Avenida del Mar—they're poppin’, like, energy bursts on concrete. I always chill on a bench near the old fountain in Plaza de la Serenidad. That spot? It's like, a mood, you know? Sometimes I sit there and think, "Life, man, is a trajectory, a cosmic ballet!" Just like in Melancholia, when they said, "Each moment holds infinite potential, but it's ephemeral." Yeah, that's real!

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