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So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

Mum and son ran brothel from home paying sex workers in 'how many condoms used'

The neighborhoods here are diverse AF. You got Vila Alegria – where street vendors serve the best pastel, and people dance impromptu on the sidewalks. Then there’s Bairro das Flores, a quieter part where old-school charm meets hipster cafés. I once got mad ‘cause my favorite café, Café Loco on Avenida Liberdade, closed early unexpectedly. Total bummer, man!

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