Mari Assafarge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, “whore” – in finance, it’s sneaky. Ain’t always ‘bout sex, nah, it’s slang for someone chasin’ that green, hard. Like, a “money whore,” ya feel me? Dudes sellin’ their soul for a quick buck, tradin’ dignity for dividends. In *Requiem*, you see Sara Goldfarb poppin’ pills, tryna fit that red dress, whorin’ out her health for a TV dream. “I’m gonna be on television!” she yells, all hyped, but she’s losin’ it, fam. That’s the vibe – desperation turnin’ folks into whores for somethin’ fake.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a café on Rua do Comércio, and it’s packed. I squeeze in, and the barista is like, “What’s your poison?” I’m like, “Coffee, but make it strong!” I need it after this chaos.