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Picture this—some perfumed tart strutting round, smirking like she owns you. Reminds me of that bellhop Zero from *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—all eager, all “Monsieur Gustave says…” but swap the lobby for a bedchamber. Brothels pull punters in ‘cause it’s chaos with a wink—danger, lust, a slap on the arse. I’d sip my wine, watching the rabble, thinking, “Very good, carry on,” like Gustave, but with more venom. Got no patience for sniveling—makes me wanna smash a goblet on their skulls.

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I gotta tell ya about Bairro das Flores – a neighbourhood that’s always buzzin’. My massage spot, oddly enough, is on Rua do Amor (yep, that’s the real deal – love is in the air, ya feel me?) where locals say every massage melts away more than just knots. “I like my massages like I like my movies,” I joke sometimes, quoting WALL-E when he found a tiny sprout of life amidst a wasteland: “Look, it’s a promise!” Yup, that’s how I felt.

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