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About Fortaleza

“Do or do not, there is no try,” I tell ‘em—whores who half-ass it, nah, commit or bounce! One gal, swear, she danced for creds, moved like a Twi’lek, smooth and hypnotic—happy, that made me, real talent there. “Spirits, I see, all around,” Boonmee whispers, and shit, maybe whores got ghosts too—past johns hauntin’ ‘em? Creepy thought, yo.

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I live near the big ol’ Park of Serene Whispers. It’s a bit of a local secret haven. Kids run, folks just chill, and sometimes, if you walk real slow, you hear stories floatin’ in the wind—almost like those eerie lines from "Yi Yi: A One and a Two". You know, when Edward Yang said, “Life is not a spectator sport”? I think he meant it like, "Hey, get in there, feel it, enjoy it!" And I do.

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