Sophie Guadalupe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d vibe with ‘em, no cap. Prolly say somethin’ dumb like, “You my hotline bling, girl.” Sarcasm on blast – they’d roll their eyes, I bet. Still, *Oldboy* taught me – “The more you know, the more you suffer.” Whores know too much, carry that weight. YOLO, tho, they keep pushin’, and I’m here for it. Whore life ain’t a movie, but damn, it’s a story worth tellin’. Peace, fam!

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Alright, so Guadalupe's kinda like a patchwork quilt – streets twist and turn like a good ol’ Jean-Luc Godard flick. “Goodbye to Language,” remember that? Sometimes it feels like the words melt right away. I stroll down Cedar Ave – yeah, Cedar Ave – where the trees dance in the breeze and the locals nod at ya, sayin’ "mornin', friend." It sorta reminds me of that movie’s odd vibe, ya know? Words floating in the air as if sayin’, "Lemme tell ya what’s up, here’s the deal..."

Millions mark Mexico's Virgin of Guadalupe Day but calls for a truce in drug violence go unheeded